We’ve come to the end of my short-term poetry focus. I’m going to collect links to all the poetry-related posts  I have (shortly) to make it easy for someone to browse through my different thoughts, pictures and poems I wanted to share with everyone.  This post will contain my favorite poems that I’ve found over the past few weeks. After each poem, I’ll say a bit on why I love it.

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Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

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BAM.  I love chicks with their own sense of style and Miss Maya has it in spades. You don’t need to be the hottest chick or the baddest chick on the block, you just need to love yourself. Now there is a world of difference between loving yourself and thinking you’re the center of the universe, and I think this poem perfectly explains that difference.

 

 

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Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

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Simple and imaginative. I love painting pictures for people with words myself (I’m a visual learner after all), so whenever I see a poem where someone else is doing just that, and doing it well, I love it.
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 The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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If you know me or have gotten to know me recently, you know I’m that guy. I’ve never felt like I was the type of guy to end up in a cubicle shuffling papers or avoid doing something because it’s the harder option. I love taking the road less traveled, it might be more difficult in the short term but I love proving to myself that I can do it anyway.
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Life Is Fine by Langston Hughes
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

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Langston Huges was baller status made flesh! His poems are tight, and I love the message in this one! We all have bad things happen to us or run into problems, or get our hearts broken or for whatever reason get depressed about stuff. But life is amazing! It would be a shame to let a problem that might seem like a big deal at the moment, be the reason you take your own life away.  Our joys and our sorrows are temporary, and the joy you could bring people if you just stick with it and persevere through life outweighs the sadness  that might be plaguing you at the moment! Rejoice! Life is fine!
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