Category: Poetry

Valentine Day Poems

Today is Valentines Day! I actually don’t know how to celebrate it and no one does in our grade, but in English class, our teacher read a few Valentine Poems to us. There was a few of them that I like, so I am putting them here. The first one

Song by Adrienne Rich Analysis

You’re wondering if I’m lonely: OK then, yes, I’m lonely as a plane rides lonely and level on its radio beam, aiming across the Rockies* for the blue-strung aisles of an airfield on the ocean You want to ask, am I lonely? Well, of course, lonely as a woman driving

Comparing Blessing and War Photographer

Blessing is a poem written by Imtiaz Dharker in 1989 from a typical Mumbai slum scene. War Photographer is written by Carol Anne Duffy in 1985, inspired by her photographer friend who recently returned from a war-torn foreign country. The two poems use techniques that are sometimes similar and sometimes

War Photographer

by Carol Anne Duffy In his dark room he is finally alonewith spools of suffering set out in ordered rows.The only light is red and softly glows,as though this were a church and hea priest preparing to intone a Mass.Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass. He has a

An Abandoned Factory, Detroit

To see the poem on the original website The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands,An iron authority against the snow,And this grey monument to common senseResists the weather. Fears of idle hands,Of protest, men in league, and of the slowCorrosion of their minds, still charge this fence. Beyond, through

In Malaysia by Mary Oliver

   Moonlight   washes the red tiles   and the white walls    the streets   are cool at last   after the great    heat of the day   the gardeners   have all gone home    leaving the lawns   perfect   the ocean    rises   sighing   dragging its sleeves    of light and litter   along

Tanka Try!

I hate flowershiding from sunshinebut thenI found the one in the shadeis me I placebooks in the lumber roomsuddenlytake them outunable to leave the memories

A Series of Tanka by Kala Ramesh

   love   is an oasis   you say…   or does our thirst   play tricks on us?   surfing through   channels of thought   I tune into   the lingering memory   of mother’s favourite saris   she lights   the bronze lamp   each morning   a new day for mother to love   her Goddess, all over again   a