If I can stop one heart from breaking by Emily Dickinson

If I Can Stop one heart from breakingBY EMILY DICKINSONIf I can stop one Heart from breaking,I shall not live in vainIf I can ease one Life the Aching,Or cool one Pain,Or help one fainting RobinUnto his Nest again, I shall not live in vain.

Caged Bird by Maya Angelou

Caged BirdBY MAYA ANGELOU A free bird leapson the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current endsand dips his wingin the orange sun raysand dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalksdown his narrow cagecan seldom see throughhis bars of ragehis wings are clipped and his feet are tiedso heContinue reading “Caged Bird by Maya Angelou”

Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

SolitudeBY ELLA WHEELER WILCOXLaugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone;For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,But has trouble enough of its own.Sing, and the hills will answer;Sigh, it is lost on the air;The echoes bound to a joyful sound,But shrink from voicing care.Rejoice, and men will seek you;Grieve, andContinue reading “Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox”

This is not a small voice

Hello Clovers, the poem of this week is “this is not a small voice” by Sonai Sanchez. I feel this is a very powerful poem which emphasizes on encouraging people of colour whose voices are usually ignored to speak up. To me, it’s an inspiring poem to speak out against injustice and also a reminderContinue reading “This is not a small voice”

Three sides to the story

Hello Clovers! Remember yesterday I said I like to think there are three sides to the story. Well that’s just my point of view. The point is that there are many angles, perspectives, view points ( I think you get it now) Anyways I just want to share an old poem of mine with you.Continue reading “Three sides to the story”

The art of loosing isn’t hard to master

One ArtBY ELIZABETH BISHOP The art of losing isn’t hard to master;so many things seem filled with the intentto be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the flusterof lost door keys, the hour badly spent.The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster:places, andContinue reading “The art of loosing isn’t hard to master”

Forty years

Forty YearsBy Mary Oliver for forty yearsthe sheets of white paper havepassed under my hands and I have tried to improve their peaceful emptiness putting downlittle curls little shaftsof letters words little flames leaping not one pagewas less to me than fascinatingdiscursive full of cadence its pale nerves hiding in the curves of the Qsbehind the soldierlyContinue reading “Forty years”

For the caged bird sings of freedom

Caged BirdBY MAYA ANGELOU A free bird leapson the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current endsand dips his wingin the orange sun raysand dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalksdown his narrow cagecan seldom see throughhis bars of ragehis wings are clipped and his feet are tiedso heContinue reading “For the caged bird sings of freedom”