Poetry speaks

Poetry Speaks A Sonnet For My Incomparable Mother I often contemplate my childhood, Mom. I am a mother now, and so I know Hard work is mixed together with the fun; You learned that when you raised me long ago. I think of all the things you gave to me: Sacrifice, devotion, love and tears, Your heart, your mind, your energy and soul- All these you spent on me throughout the years. You loved me with a never-failing love You gave me strength and sweet security, And then you did the hardest thing of all: You let me separate and set me free. Every day, I try my best to be A mother like the mom you were to me. -F.Joanna Explanation This sonnet is written by the poet F.Joanna, which portrays the hardships a mother undergoes in bringing up her children. In turn her daughter who has become a mother conveys her love and affection for her mother in this very soulful sonnet. The daughter contemplates on her childhood and accepts that bringing up children is har

Poetry Speaks The Flying Wonder "Said Orville Wright to Wilbur Wright, "These birds are very trying. I'm sick of hearing them cheep-cheep About the fun of flying. A bird has feathers, it is true. That much I freely grant. But must that stop us, W?" Said Wilbur Wright,"It shan't." And so they built a glider, first, And then they built another. -There never were two brothers more Devoted to each other. They ran a dusty little shop For bicycle repairing. And bought each other soda-pop And praised each other's daring. They glided here, they glided there, They sometimes skinned their noses. -For learning how to rule the air Was not a bed of roses- But each would murmur, afterward, While patching up his bro. "Are we discouraged, W?" Of course we are not, O!" And finally, at Kitty Hawk In Nineteen-Three (let's cheer it!), The first real aeroplane really flew With Orville there to steer it! -And

Poetry Speaks Don't Quit When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest, if you must, but don't you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns, As every one of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about, When he might have won had he stuck it out; Don't give up though the pace seems slow-- You may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer than, It seems to a faint and faltering man, Often the struggler has given up, When he might have captured the victor's cup, And he learned too late when the night slipped down, How close he was to the golden crown. Success is failure turned inside out-- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems so far, So stick to th

Poetry Speaks The Apology Think me not unkind and rude, That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook; Each cloud that floated in the sky Writes a letter in my book. Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I brought; Every aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought. There was never mystery, But 'tis figured in the flowers, Was never secret history, But birds tell it in the bowers. One harvest from thy field Homeward brought the oxen strong; A second crop thine acres yield, Which I gather in a song. -Ralph Waldo Emerson Explanation This poem is in the form of an apology.It is written by Ralph Waldo Emerson. The poem starts with a plea from the poet.He tells the hard working men in the field not to think of him as unkind and rude he is walking through groves and valleys while they worked.He sa

Poetry Speaks Laugh And Be Merry Laugh and be merry, remember, better the world with a song, Better the world with a blow in the teeth of a wrong. Laugh, for the time is brief, a thread the length of a span. Laugh and be proud to belong to the old proud pageant of man. Laugh and be merry: remember, in olden time. God made Heaven and Earth for joy He took in a rhyme, Made them, and filled them full with the strong red wine of His mirth The splendid joy of the stars: the joy of the earth. So we must laugh and drink from the deep blue cup of the sky, Join the jubilant song of the great stars sweeping by, Laugh, and battle, and work, and drink of the wine outpoured In the dear green earth, the sign of the joy of the Lord. Laugh and be merry together, like brothers akin, Guesting awhile in the rooms of a beautiful inn, Glad till the dancing stops, and the lilt of the music ends. Laugh till the game is played; and be you merry, my friends

Poetry Speaks Be Glad Your Nose Is On Your Nose Be glad your nose is on your face, not pasted on some other place, for if it were where it is not, you might dislike your nose a lot. Imagine if your precious nose were sandwiched in between your toes, that clearly would not be a treat, for you'd be forced to smell your feet. Your nose would be a source of dread were it attached atop your head, it soon would drive you to despair, forever tickled by your hair. Within your ear, your nose would be an absolute catastrophe, for when you were obliged to sneeze, your brain would rattle from the breeze. Your nose, instead, through thick and thin, remains between your eyes and chin, not pasted on some other place- be glad your nose is on your face! -Jack Prelutsky Explanation This poem goes to tell us that we should always count our blessings. We are created by the good Lord, in his image with all our limbs and or