POETRY TO MAKE YOU LAUGH, AND CRYChristina Robb, Globe Staff
D. You will re a d personal perspectives in Poems That Make Grown Men Cry.6. My cousin is obsesse d with poetry of different kinds, so my first choice as a gift for him woul d be A. Learning to Make an Ou d in Nazareth B. Black Country C. Poetry by Heart D. Poems that Make...
Now you must have realized that menstrual cramps are better than the cramps of love; Be’cz unlike them menstrual cramps go high and low like a bell curve, Nothing can make you feel the way you don’t want to feel; So it’s your own mind and emotions that puts you in an ordeal. ...
Will someone make sure she can see the determination of lacy dandelions, the hope in blades of Christmas green grass? Her “baby” is Dolly, by the way. She’s a shaggy dog. She’ll ask for her. Here’s what to do: Tell her she’s safe. And loved. And that taking that dog awa...
& that’s okay.’ Within a single poem you see the boy mature, and question whether his father will be in heaven. Religion is a smoke alarm and his father being accepted by God as a good person, is what the boy wants to know. Are there still fires, even when he has gone. ...
where winter feels it will never end, I wish for you to listen to the dreams of your heart, to go out on walks, to sit outside, or somewhere where you can simply stare at the sky, and listen for how you might respond with some gesture toward what is dying that you’ve long ...
It’s National Poetry Month! I know, I know. You don’t want to write a poem, but what if I could show you a way to tap into a childhood memory to create a poem or scene that you could use in any kind of writing? Will you accept a poetry dare today?
I believe that the spirit of the Wild West lives in each of us and that the "Code of the West" that so many have lived by is still pertinent today. Cowboy poetry will make you laugh...and make you cry. It touches a common thread that runs through each of us, no matter what our...
one by one you have comefull circle, enlightened first, run your fingersover these blood-stained wallsfaded only by the sun understand thatcemented tears will not runbeyond this gate of wisdomfor this placeyou enter wide-eyedwith only a child’s heartthis spaceis where love begins Dora is ...
Poetry is like painting; one piece takes your fancy if you stand close to it, another if you keep at some distance —Horace Poetry … is like spray blown by some wind from a heaving sea, or like sparks blown from a smouldering fire: a cry which the violence of circumstances wrings from...