Maya Angelou

Starr shared on Facebook today this beautiful poem by Maya Angelou and a very touching video. What a wonderful woman she was. Still I Rise By Maya Angelou, 1928 – 2014 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. Read More…

We Walk

  A poem by Daniela Caride   The wind scrapes off particles of our younger selves Great masses of air dislocate our pasts Take away our cells The rain washes off our warmth and ease Relentless showers of cold water Pound as our bones freeze   But we walk Together we walk   Sometimes the Read More…

Poetic entrust

Karim Sulayman, Meredith Kaufman Younger, and their videographed poetry about fear, love, hope and trust.  Watch below and get your mind blown away by the beauty of this simple yet profound work of art.

The Raven

  By Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my Read More…

Morning Coffee

By Daniela Caride   Morning came And awoke the crazy man screaming in my ears He’s trapped in my skull He wants to come out Commit suicide by swimming out through slow silent tears   In the kitchen I look out the window The chickadees and titmouses get the last of the seeds in the Read More…

The Giant Moon

By Daniela Caride   Before we could even see her The giant Moon swept the slippery tides Of your sinking sickly self And took you   Darkness unrolled roaring grey rugs Over a timid turquoise Sky Enveloping a vaporizing Earth To snatch you   But stealth and stark The giant Moon cleared crusty curtains Taking on the tides of steam and Read More…

My cup of tea

  (A poem by Daniela Caride) I love you little teacup So broken So crumbled My dear vessel of pain Shards puncture my fingertips As I struggle to put you back Together again I can’t help myself I love you Ugly little shattered thing Cold hard thing No one wants I may even pity you Read More…

My Son

  By Miriam Laserson Varon Some day this hand will outgrow mine. These tiny fingers which I now entwine, So soft to touch, so frail to press, Will do man’s labor, skilled and bold, Will play and punish, hurt and bless, Carry a lover’s tendermost caress, Will draw life’s pattern, line for line – And Read More…

On apples and life

Cathy read this poem at our April meeting — a beautiful piece of poetry that awoke different meanings at different times in her life. I’m looking forward to reading it many times during the next years. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.   “After Apple-Picking”  By Robert Frost   My long two-pointed ladder’s Read More…

More time

Here is an untitled poem by Emily Brontë The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds Read More…