All posts tagged: National Poetry Month

Reflections: Poems of Ambition…

April 30 / 18 We all have ambitions in our life. We want to set a goal and we’re not settling for less. People think ambition is a terrible thing when in reality it is not. If you set some goals, write them down, and not let people, procrastination, or anything else get in the way, then you know you’re on your way to something great. Here are two poems, National Poetry Month, I found that really spoke to me, especially the second one.               Image source: musings at random & Pinterest Advertisements

National Poetry Month: Lucille Clifton

April 28 / 18 National Poetry Month folks! The last featured poet and poems and I found some great poems by Lucille Clifton. Take a look at these… Credit source: Poem Hunter Homage To My Hips – by Lucille Clifton these hips are big hips. they need space to move around in. they don’t fit into little petty places. these hips are free hips. they don’t like to be held back. these hips have never been enslaved, they go where they want to go they do what they want to do. these hips are mighty hips. these hips are magic hips. i have known them to put a spell on a man and spin him like a top   Moonchild – by Lucille Clifton whatever slid into my mother’s room that late june night, tapping her great belly, summoned me out roundheaded and unsmiling. is this the moon, my father used to grin. cradling me? it was the moon but nobody knew it then. the moon understands dark places. the moon has secrets of her …

National Poetry Month: Juan Felipe Herrera

April 21 / 18 National Poetry Month! Time to read and get inspired by great poetry with Juan Felipe Herrera. Credit source: Poetry Foundation Blood on the Wheel BY JUAN FELIPE HERRERA      Ezekiel saw the wheel, way up in the middle of the air. TRADITIONAL GOSPEL SONG Blood on the night soil man en route to the country prison Blood on the sullen chair, the one that holds you with its pleasure Blood inside the quartz, the beauty watch, the eye of the guard Blood on the slope of names & the tattoos hidden Blood on the Virgin, behind the veils, Behind—in the moon angel’s gold oracle hair                     What blood is this, is it the blood of the worker rat?                     Is it the blood of the clone governor, the city maid?                     Why does it course in s’s & z’s? Blood on the couch, made for viewing …

National Poetry Month: Elizabeth Barrett Browning

April 14 / 18 Hello everyone! National Poetry Month and I found some great poetry for those who are poet fanatics. We have two by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Credit source: poetry.org   How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.     Grief by Elizabeth Barrett Browning I …

National Poetry Month / Phenomenal Woman & Caged Bird by Maya Angelou

April 6 / 18 Hey…it’s Friday and I did almost forget that this month is National Poetry Month. This month, I will post poetry from such poetry legends like Robert Frost, Langston Hughes, Emily Dickenson, E.E. Cummings, and Maya Angelou. Speaking of Ms. Angelou, we just celebrated her birthday recently. She would’ve been 90 years old. Here are a few of her poems that are my favorites… Credit Source: Poetry Foundation   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 …