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You are here: Home / Blogging / Summer Blog Challenge Day #32 (July 2nd)

Summer Blog Challenge Day #32 (July 2nd)

By: Nikcomment

Share a poem you’ve written or just one you like

Joy-I loved Shel Silverstein too. (As my sister below did which I had no clue!) But my favorite poet is E.E. Cummings and my favorite poem of his is-maggie and millie and molly and mae. My husband still has one of his poems I wrote on paper in his wallet from 13 years ago. Sappy I know.  (The Complete Poems: 1904-1962 by E. E. Cummings 1956)

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maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

for whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

 Nik- I can’t remember the words of the poems, but I grew up loving Shel Silverstein’s A Light in the Attic.  There were so many poems in there that I read over and over again.

Erin- Emily Dickenson

Myself was formed -- a Carpenter -- An unpretending time My Plane -- and I, together wrought Before a Builder came -- To measure our attainments -- Had we the Art of Boards Sufficiently developed -- He'd hire us At Halves -- My Tools took Human -- Faces -- The Bench, where we had toiled -- Against the Man -- persuaded -- We -- Temples build -- I said --

Tonya- Trees  Joyce Kilmer

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

 

 

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I am a forty-something homeschooling momma to three fearless kids ages 15, 13, & 9. We call Ohio home and love exploring our state and all things sports.
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