The JourneyBY MARY OLIVEROne day you finally knewwhat you had to do, and began,though the voices around youkept shoutingtheir bad advice though the whole housebegan to trembleand you felt the old tugat your ankles.”Mend my life!”each voice cried.But you didn’t stop.You knew what you had to do,though the wind priedwith its stiff fingersat the veryContinue reading “The journey”
DreamsBY LANGSTON HUGHESHold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly. Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow.
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 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”
To the one left behindBY MAYOWA ISIAQI never thought that this girl would survive I never thought that my lips would curl up to a smile Not ever again, till the world comes to an end But then, I never thought I’d be endangered Groping for a reason to live Breathing in fear, Swimming inContinue reading “To the one left behind”
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”
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”
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”
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”
ANNABEL LEEBy Edgar Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee;And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and sheContinue reading “A kingdom by the sea”