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Poetry Time Capsule

Covid-19 BY AUDREY CHUANG, 11 The news rings in my head The anger and negativity swirling around me I can’t settle My heart won’t settle Everyone’s hearts won’t settle Every pair of anxious eyes Waiting for the image For the image Of crime Death The old book that I have read millions of times by now Is wrinkled And words are faded I can’t go outside to play I can’t imagine without going to the library I can’t imagine without reading a new book I can feel my heart beating every time Something bad happens like the stock Rising up and down Like the heartbeat of a patient Waiting for the doctor I can feel the pain that the world is facing It feels like its pulse is in my hands Ready like a flying fish Out in the sky Open to the new Open wide world That used to be Full of people Now nothing But a mere ghost town Waiting to swallow you up And make you face the crime And the pain people are talking about in the news You know it You have it You feel the ...
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An Unfamiliar Poem

When I Refused to Ride with Death - Janice Canerdy: When I refused to ride with Death He tied my hands and feet, Then tossed me in with some poor guy He'd grabbed up off the street. Oh, what a hurry he was in! He slammed it to the floor. We sat in wide-eyed, abject fear, Each clinging to a door. While whizzing past the school, we saw The children run and play. We passed the fields where tractors hummed On this, our judgment day. We captives introduced ourselves, Shook hands, and sadly talked. When Death heard unfamiliar names, He gasped, slowed down, and balked. He made a sudden stop beside A swelling of the ground. He scratched his head, he murmured low, And then he turned around. " 'Tis centuries until your time! I've made a grave mistake. Seems I misread the pick-up sheet. You're free, for goodness sake!" I don't usually like to consider the aspect of death, I usually brush the thought off my mind, but when I came ac...
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Poem about a different place

"London Bells" Anon. (Early 18th Century poet): Two sticks and an apple, Ring the bells at Whitechapel. Old Father Bald Pate, Ring the bells Aldgate. Maids in white aprons, Ring the bells at St. Catherine`s. Oranges and Lemons, Ring the bells at St. Clement`s When will you pay me? Ring the bells at the Old Bailey. When I am rich, Ring the bells at Fleetditch. When will that be? Ring the bells of Stepney. When I am old, Ring the great bell at Paul`s.
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Poetry We Should Have Covered

I think during our time at school, I would have liked to go over some poetry in relation to political and historical events; poetry that was written during the women's suffrage movement, in relation to black history in America, the civil rights movement, etc. I think it would have been interesting to discuss poetry from those eras.
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Limericks

I found the poem "To Miss Vera Beringer" (By Lewis Carroll): There was a young lady of station ‘I love man’ was her sole exclamation; But when men cried: ‘You flatter,’ She replied, ‘Oh! no matter Isle of Man is the true explanation.' What are limericks? In order for a poem to be classified as a limerick, it is "a humorous, frequently bawdy, verse of three long and two short lines rhyming aabba, popularized by Edward Lear." A limerick always has 5 lines to it, no more and no less and they are usually pretty short sentences. Lines 1,2 and 5 must rhyme with each other.
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Langston Hughes "Harlem"

My new favorite poem is "Harlem," by Langston Hughes, my new favorite poet. I delved deeper into his work after discussing briefly, the 1920 and the Harlem Renaissance in my history class. I chose to read and explore his poetry for my last poetry project and was captivated instantly by his writing. "Harlem," by Langston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred?       Does it dry up       like a raisin in the sun?       Or fester like a sore—       And then run?       Does it stink like rotten meat?       Or crust and sugar over—       like a syrupy sweet?       Maybe it just sags       like a heavy load.        Or does it explode? Listen to Langston Hugh...
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