Category: Poems

I wrote this poem for my Write for Fun Class from Bravewriter about this painting above, Celebration with Fireworks and Kites by Chinese School. I had to try to just use the words I had been collecting that week. cheerful China colorful fun thoughts of laughter wild shimmer conspicuous designs delicate kites unabashed learning

BY SARA TEASDALE They came to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one; I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before, — Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more.

What are heavy? Sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? Today and tomorrow. What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? The ocean and truth. –by Christina G. Rossetti (photo at Marin Headlands, CA)

by Walter de la Mare I heard a little child beneath the stars Talk as he ran along To some sweet riddle in his mind that seemed A-tiptoe into song. In his dark eyes lay a wild universe,– Wild forests, peaks, and crests; Angels and fairies, giants, wolves and he Were that world’s only guests.…

by Walter de la Mare Behind the blinds I sit and watch The people passing – passing by; And not a single one can see My tiny watching eye. They cannot see my little room, All yellowed with the shaded sun; They do not even know I’m here; Nor’ll guess when I am gone.

by A.A. Milne Halfway down the stairs is a stair where i sit. there isn’t any other stair quite like it. I’m not at the bottom, I’m not at the top; so this is the stair where I always stop. Halfway up the stairs Isn’t up And it isn’t down. It isn’t in the nursery,…

by Robert Louis Stevenson How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over…

by A.A. Milne When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three, I was hardly Me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just alive. But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever. So…

by Robert Louis Stevenson I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my…