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We Love Poetry – How I Discovered Poetry

How I Discovered Poetry
  How I Discovered Poetry

Author:  Marilyn Nelson

“This is the story of Marilyn Nelson’s own childhood, and of America in the 1950s. This highly decorated poet —National Book Award Finalist, recipient of the Robert Frost medal, Newbery Honor Winner — has created fifty eye-opening, intimate poems that tell the tale of her development as an artist and young woman during one of the most turbulent decades in our nation’s history. These poems, spanning her fourth to fourteenth years, touch on many aspects of that time: racism and the Civil Rights Movement, the “Red Scare,” the shadow of the atom bomb, and the first stirrings of the feminist movement.”

Kirk’s Fave – Darkling Thrush – Thomas Hardy

The Darkling Thrush

by Thomas Hardy, 1840 – 1928

I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land’s sharp features seemed to be
The Century’s corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.

Teen Poetry — Poems by Lexi


Black as the night sky
Black as a cold hearted person
Black as the feeling you get
when you have to face your fears
Black as the mascara tears rolling down your cheeks Black as sitting in the corner of your room waiting for the monsters in your head to go away.
You might look beautiful from the out side but we all know beauty is hard to keep when you just try to be yourself

People might think that that you’re different or weird.
But really we are all the same,
No skin color
no clothing brand,
we are just the same,

–Lexi, 7th grader, West Seattle

Rae’s Fave – Twistable Turnable Man – Silverstein

Twistable Turnable Man

by Shel Silverstein

He’s the Twistable Turnable Squeezable Pullable
Stretchable Foldable Man.
He can crawl in your pocket or fit your locket
Or screw himself into a twenty-volt socket,
Or stretch himself up to the steeple or taller,
Or squeeze himself into a thimble or smaller,
Yes he can, course he can,
He’s the Twistable Turnable Squeezable Pullable
Stretchable Shrinkable Man.
And he lives a passable life
With his Squeezable Lovable Kissable Hugable
Pullable Tugable Wife.
And they have two twistable kids
Who bend up the way that they did.
And they turn and they stretch
Just as much as they cantwistable-turnable-man
For this Bendable Foldable
Easily moldable
Buy-what you’re-soldable
Washable Mendable
Highly Dependable
Buyable Saleable
Always available
Bounceable Shakeable
Almost unbreakable
Twistable Turnable Man.

Teen Poetry — Stars by Rachel

She carries the stars in her eye.
The darkness follows her wherever she goes.
Her hair is as white as the moon.
On her neck is the mark of a crescent moon.

Who is she?
She is the daughter of the night sky.

Her beauty is unmatched by any person on earth.
Princes pursue her,
Propose marriage and their kingdoms for her.
She no longer wants anything in this world.
Only to be reunited with her mother,
The night sky.

Who is he?
The prince of the dawn.

His voice is like the chirping of the birds.
The sunrise follows him wherever he goes.
His hair is as golden as the sun.
On the inside of his wrist is the mark of a rising sun.

He loves her more than any prince in the world.
Even when she turns him away,
He continues to come to her.
And she begins to fall in love
With the dawn.

Who is she?
The night sky.

She wears the entire sky on her dress.
Her eyes shine like a thousand moons.
When she walks on earth,
The night passes over the world.

She tries to break them apart.
But fate brings them together.
They are the star-crossed lovers.
And when the night sky kills the dawn,
The daughter takes her own life.

Where are they now?
Stars in the night sky for everyone to see.

–Rachel, Green Lake teen volunteer

Teen Poetry – PJ – Refrigerator Magnet Poem

A Ruined Business

colorless zebras
ran into purple

Our store?

Is over.


–PJ, Greenwood, Teen Adviser

Poetry love – Beacon Hill style!

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