Poems by and in the style of Emily Dickinson
Here are examples of Emily Dickinson’s poems:
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,-did you not?
His notice sudden is.
The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And open further on.
He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,
Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun-
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.
Several of nature’s people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;
But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.
Jessica’s poem:
Life is like music
Big, happy moments
Quiet, sad
But it has
A beginning
And an end.
Tesia’s poem:
Filled with energy, bouncing and jumping
With perseverance, yet with glee
Toppling over himself, trying hard
To reach it and take it from me.
The fluffy ball he is, finally
Grips firmly, teeth bared, squeaks
It once then again with triumph.
Then I take it back once more.
Then, once again he
Tries to gain it back
His floppy ears flying everywhere
Frenzied, he tries once more.
Langston Hughes:
My World
What a world,
Where there is no judge.
Where love and kindness,
Flows a plenty.
Where I can show,
Myself.
Without shame.
A place where,
I can love her,
Freely.
Somewhere,
Where my face,
My name
My style,
Or just me,
Won't matter.
That's my world.
A place to be free.
Tony's Poem
Mama raised no fool,
So I play it cool,
And go with the flow.
That's why I say,
My Golden Rule is,
Sometimes,
You've gotta let bad things go.
Kaylee's Poem
Oh no!
What if I forget,
The dates and times?
Note to self:
Just remember to rhyme,
And I swear,
This project will fly
Right on by.
Jules & Beth share poetry in the style of Anne Sexton:
