National Poetry Day!


I walked to Buckingham Palace,
To drink tea with the Queen.
Then I went up Jack’s Beanstalk,
To collect a magic bean.

I joined the King and Sorcerer,
To slay a fiery beast.
Then used a fairy’s magic,
To join the Lost Boy’s feast.

I travelled back in time,
To see the apple fall.
Then I went forward again,
To make the first phone call.

I composed symphony No. 25,
At Mozart’s side.
I was in the wide open field,
When Van Gogh died.

I ran a 5K marathon,
And swam across the sea.
I travelled to the moon and back,
And witnessed Kennedy’s Decree.

Today I wrote a poem,
And it’s all lies, you say?
Not once did I claim it true,
So no lies did I portray.
– J. Carson

So I didn’t know it was National Poetry Day until I came on here at about 11:50 and saw a bunch of people posting about it. it’s now 12:01, but I figured I’d celebrate anyway with a poem I wrote a few years ago. I don’t remember exactly why I wrote this, but I remember something my English Lit. Professor said inspired it.

Happy National Poetry Day!

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Poem of the Month – “Shipwreck”


Like a shipwreck out at sea
You continually dive down to the depths of the ocean to search
the wreckage
But darling when will you realise there are no survivors?
– be-fearless-brave-and-kind

Ellie (be-fearless-brave-and-kind) is a 22yr old poet from England.

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Poem of the Month – “Hades to Persephone”

“Hades to Persephone”

Tell me that you weren’t hungry that day.
Tell me that’s not what got you to stay.
Seven seeds don’t seem like quite enough
Reason to leave a mother’s deep love.

I want to believe you had the choice;
I was hearing more than my own voice;
That you opened the palms of your hands
To offer your heart, not meet my demands.

Convince me that you want to be here;
It’s not my trick that keeps you so near.
You chose me. You love me. This is real.
No silly seven seeds sealed the deal.

Miss your mother when the door must shut;
Love and hurt when you must leave her, but—
Come back wearing our hearts on your sleeve;
Yearn to stay here, and I will believe.

No need to say; I know why you go.
I won’t block your way, make a big show.
Just tell me you weren’t hungry that day.
Just tell me I’m the reason you stay.

– Lee Ann Schaffer

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Poem of the Month – “Annabel Lee”

“Annabel Lee”

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 she was a child,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
   I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
   Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
   My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
   And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
   In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
   Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
   In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
   Of those who were older than we—
   Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
   Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
   In her sepulchre there by the sea—
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.
– Edgar Allan Poe

Poem of the Week – “She Buried Her Ears”

“She Buried Her Ears”

She buried
her ears
into the calm
of his heartbeat,
and in a mattter of seconds;
fell terribly in love
with the way
her loneliness fell
softly and suddenly
asleep in his chest.
-Christopher Poindexter

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Poem of the Week – “she was afraid of being used”

“she was afraid of being used”

my heart had fell to the floor along with my
pants you ripped off of me last night. i could
not believe that i was lucky enough to be in
your sight. they say a good girl was worth
waiting for, and you laughed at the phrase.
you told me a girl is worth waiting for as long
as she stays.

i had been with you six long months and you
finally saw my skin. you were not only my
soul, but my sin. and i had given you a flower
that i would never get back, i planted it in
your heart. i didn’t know that just having sex
with you would tear me apart.

after you got what you wanted we went our
separate ways, and i went back and
remembered that phrase. i was not worth
waiting for, i was not a girl that was good
enough. so once again i made the edges of
my soul too rough. i would never let a man
touch me unless he loves me deep, so when
we went to bed all we’d do is sleep.

– i.c.

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Poem of the Week – “Writer”


A person, for you, is a book.
Impossible to categorize,
it veers from non-sense verse
to the most tedious of novels
and back
in just a breath.
And the book ends, the book ends.
And what makes the person more real,
than a book,
is just that you cannot re-read
one chapter, one sentence, one word.
You must re-write him,
and you cannot.
This inability is the source
of everything you have to say.
– Joe Wenderoth

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