Post a Poem!
Last updated April 20th, 2010
Post a Poem!!
April is Poetry Month!! Post a poem on our bulletin board (you don’t need to give your name if you’re shy) — it can be a published poem that you like, or a poem that you have written yourself! All contributors will get a lollipop for their efforts and, if you wish, the opportunity to have your poem illustrated by Mrs. Monk’s art class!
You can post a hard copy in library, or post your poem here!
I’ll go first! Here’s a poem by John Masefield (England’s Poet Laureate 1930-1967):
I have seen flowers come in stony places
And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
So I trust, too.
Hey Earl!
This is one of my all-time favourite poems. Some think it is childish but the playful and creative use of language are the hallmarks of a master.
Minter
“Jabberwocky”
By Lewis Carol
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.