On World Poetry Day
'Masks', by Shel Silverstein
She had blue skin,
and so did he.
He kept it hid
and so did she.
They looked for blue
their whole life through.
Then passed right by--
and never knew
On World Poetry Day
'Still I Rise', by Maya Angelou
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
On World Poetry Day
'I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings', by Maya Angelou
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom
On World Poetry Day
'Variation on the Word Sleep', by Margaret Atwood
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only.
I would like to be that unnoticed
and that necessary
'Masks', by Shel Silverstein
She had blue skin,
and so did he.
He kept it hid
and so did she.
They looked for blue
their whole life through.
Then passed right by--
and never knew
On World Poetry Day
'Still I Rise', by Maya Angelou
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
On World Poetry Day
'I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings', by Maya Angelou
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom
On World Poetry Day
'Variation on the Word Sleep', by Margaret Atwood
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only.
I would like to be that unnoticed
and that necessary
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