Find A Poem (Do This When You Finish the Prompt)

Click here for a link to the Poetry Out Loud National Recitation Contest.  It’s a useful way to find poems that you might like.  If the first poem doesn’t appeal to you, click “Random poem” on the left hand side until you get to a poem you like.

Why do you like it?  Copy and paste it below, and then write a paragraph or two on why you like it.

Remember, simply saying “I don’t know. I just like it. It is cool.”  Is not enough.  What are the images, sounds, lines, etc. that make you enjoy it.  Why do you think it’s enjoyable?

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3 thoughts on “Find A Poem (Do This When You Finish the Prompt)

  1. He was a big man, says the size of his shoes
    on a pile of broken dishes by the house;
    a tall man too, says the length of the bed
    in an upstairs room; and a good, God-fearing man,
    says the Bible with a broken back
    on the floor below the window, dusty with sun;
    but not a man for farming, say the fields
    cluttered with boulders and the leaky barn.

    A woman lived with him, says the bedroom wall
    papered with lilacs and the kitchen shelves
    covered with oilcloth, and they had a child,
    says the sandbox made from a tractor tire.
    Money was scarce, say the jars of plum preserves
    and canned tomatoes sealed in the cellar hole.
    And the winters cold, say the rags in the window frames.
    It was lonely here, says the narrow country road.

    Something went wrong, says the empty house
    in the weed-choked yard. Stones in the fields
    say he was not a farmer; the still-sealed jars
    in the cellar say she left in a nervous haste.
    And the child? Its toys are strewn in the yard
    like branches after a storm—a rubber cow,
    a rusty tractor with a broken plow,
    a doll in overalls. Something went wrong, they say.
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    I chose this poem because it was amazing. It was real. What I got away from it was that it was a weak man. Yes, he was big, tall, fearful. But he wasn’t a man of hard work. He had a family. That could be proven by objects the family had in the home. But in reality, he did not a family. He did not treat them like family.

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  2. Oh could I raise the darken’d veil,

    Which hides my future life from me,

    Could unborn ages slowly sail,

    Before my view—and could I see

    My every action painted there,

    To cast one look I would not dare.

    There poverty and grief might stand,

    And dark Despair’s corroding hand,

    Would make me seek the lonely tomb

    To slumber in its endless gloom.

    Then let me never cast a look,

    Within Fate’s fix’d mysterious book.

    This poem is kind of weird and wasn’t quite sure was it saying. I Think it is taling about an unborn baby or fetus that is inside of it.

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  3. Whenever Richard Cory went down town,

    We people on the pavement looked at him:

    He was a gentleman from sole to crown,

    Clean favored, and imperially slim.

    And he was always quietly arrayed,

    And he was always human when he talked;

    But still he fluttered pulses when he said,

    “Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.

    And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—

    And admirably schooled in every grace:

    In fine, we thought that he was everything

    To make us wish that we were in his place.

    So on we worked, and waited for the light,

    And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;

    And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,

    Went home and put a bullet through his head.

    I liked the poem because it not only leaves you think in the end as to why he did what he did but also has us acknowledge that we as people do this and we follow others as they did “Richard Cory”.

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