All posts tagged: poem

Reflections: Love One Another

February 27 / 18 Morning everybody! Last day of February and what a fitting way to end this month with a reflective poem by Kahlil Gibran.   Love One Another – Poem by Khalil Gibran You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days. Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For …

Black History in Literature….Magdala Compere

Feb. 6 / 17 In honor of Black History Month, Shadowbox will feature all forms of creativity from the minds of past, present, and future African-Americans, who continue to inspire us.   The Color Black (Black Pride) by Magdala Compere As I was looking for a poem to show my pride I saw some things that made my black skin want to hide They take the proud color of black and turn it into lies With the junk that fills our people’s minds Black is the color of blindness In which my dark path seems Black is the color of darkness In which I may not see Black is the color of a blood sucking crow And it is a color most people don’t know Black is a color of an evil panther And that’s the color of my ancestors Black is the color of coal A substance that is worth as much as gold Black is the color of the night In it I see the stars to bright Black is the color of power …

Reflections…..Inspirational Poem

March 31 / 16 A Prayer In Time Of War – Poem by Alfred Noyes The war will change many things in art and life, and among them, it is to be hoped, many of our own ideas as to what is, and what is not, “intellectual.” Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea, Whose footsteps are not known, To-night a world that turned from Thee Is waiting — at Thy Throne. The towering Babels that we raised Where scoffing sophists brawl, The little Antichrists we praised — The night is on them all. The fool hath said . . . The fool hath said . .. And we, who deemed him wise, We who believed that Thou wast dead, How should we seek Thine eyes? How should we seek to Thee for power Who scorned Thee yesterday? How should we kneel, in this dread hour? Lord, teach us how to pray! Grant us the single heart, once more, That mocks no sacred thing, The Sword of Truth our fathers wore When Thou wast …

Reflections: A January Poem

January 28 / 16 For this month’s reflection, I’ve decided on a poem by Dylan Thomas. Hope you enjoy reading it…enjoy your the rest of your Thursday, be blessed!   JANUARY 1939 – by Dylan Thomas Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires, Shall the blind horse sing sweeter? Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to suffer The supper and knives of a mood. In the sniffed and poured snow on the tip of the tongue of the year That clouts the spittle like bubbles with broken rooms, An enamoured man alone by the twigs of his eyes, two fires, Camped in the drug-white shower of nerves and food, Savours the lick of the times through a deadly wood of hair In a wind that plucked a goose, Nor ever, as the wild tongue breaks its tombs, Rounds to look at the red, wagged root. Because there stands, one story out of the bum city, That frozen wife whose juices drift like a fixed sea Secretly in statuary, Shall I, struck on the hot …

Reflections: A November Poem

November 21, 2015 A short and pretty poem by Adelaide Crapsey. Enjoy…..   November Night BY ADELAIDE CRAPSEY Listen. . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees And fall. Shadowbox will be on Thanksgiving Holiday and will return December 1.         photo cred: unknown

Reflections: Summer – Poem by John Clare

July 27, 2015 Hello and Good Morning! The last week of July is coming to a close. Since June, Shadowbox has posted poems in the Reflections posts and I have another poem about Summer called Summer by John Clare. Hope you like it! Enjoy your Monday, be blessed.   Summer – Poem by John Clare Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom, And the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest, And love is burning diamonds in my true lover’s breast; She sits beneath the whitethorn a-plaiting of her hair, And I will to my true lover with a fond request repair; I will look upon her face, I will in her beauty rest, And lay my aching weariness upon her lovely breast. The clock-a-clay is creeping on the open bloom of May, The merry bee is trampling the pinky threads all day, And the chaffinch it is brooding on its grey mossy nest In the …

Black History Poetry: Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

February 7, 2015 Good Morning. As promised Shadowbox is getting all the art, illustrations, poems, and short stories to share with you from celebrated African-Americans, since this is Black History Month. Today we have the most poignant poem written by Maya Angelou. Enjoy the rest of your weekend and be blessed always. Still I Rise 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. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. …