It hadn’t occurred to me to post poems about death, but this weekend I find that reading them actually gives me some comfort. So here’s another that stood out to me, by Mary Frye.
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I […]
Somehow, Dylan Thomas’ famous poem seems appropriate.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the […]
Today’s poem comes from gay poet Harold Norse.
“I’m Not a Man”
by Harold Norse
I’m not a man. I can’t earn a living, buy new things for my
family. I have acne and a small peter
I’m not man. I don’t like football,l boxing and cars.
I like to express my feelings. I even like to put my arm
around […]
I have been remiss. Since National Poetry Month started, I haven’t posted a single poem since the first one. Yet, I see others posting poems left and right.
The truth is, my life lacks poetry. It wasn’t always this way. When I was in high school, I was in love with poetry. I read as much […]
It’s National Poetry Month. So, to kick things off, here’s a poem my senior English teacher in high school once read aloud to me in front of the entire class. I’ll wrap up the month with another poem, in a blogging take on “Poem in Your Pocket” day.