Where the Sidewalk Ends – By: Shel Silverstein
Posted on January 8, 2018 | by admin
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the […]
A pen
Posted on September 19, 2016 | by admin
I have a pen from which knowledge I gain. I like a pen When I use to write then I remember its contribution main So I say it is a […]
Mother words to the son
Posted on November 26, 2015 | by admin
Lad, can u take this message to my son? for him i'm there but for earth as i'm long gone. i can hear him and so can he i can […]
Is this a romanticism?
Posted on November 26, 2015 | by admin
Is this a romanticism? A small face surges through me like splashing water a truth that never goes from me Is this what life is? my own thoughts kill me, […]
Love After Love
Posted on November 19, 2013 | by admin
by Derek Walcott The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s […]
O Me! O Life!
Posted on November 19, 2013 | by admin
by Walt Whitman O ME! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish; Of myself forever reproaching myself, […]
I Do Not Love You
Posted on November 19, 2013 | by admin
by Pablo Neruda I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart […]
There is another sky
Posted on November 19, 2013 | by admin
by Emily Dickinson There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields […]
The Negro Mother
Posted on November 19, 2013 | by admin
by Langston Hughes Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long dark way That I had to climb, that I had to know In order […]
Still I Rise
Posted on November 19, 2013 | by admin
by Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does […]
In a field
Posted on October 30, 2013 | by admin
by Seamus Heaney And there I was in the middle of a field, The furrows once called “scores’ still with their gloss, The tractor with its hoisted plough just gone Snarling […]
