With simple writing prompts you will recall small moments in your story, transforming them into simple 3-line poems. He can make a sculpture and fabulous machines, invent games, tell jokes, give solemn, adult advice-but he is slow to read. take a pause,a breath and GO SLOW When friends deserts, And loved ones depart, When enemies abound And life is unfair, take a pause, a breath and GO SLOW When all hope is lost, And love turns to lust, When disaster knocks, And things heat deep, A fast relief comes, When you take a pause, a breath and GO SLOW
In this workshop, we begin to crack open the birth story one poem at a time. birth story poems ~ a workshop. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; Slow Reader Lyrics.
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself Upon his rare approach— Go rapid, lest Competing Death Prevail upon the Coach— Go timid, should his final eye Determine thee amiss— Go boldly—for thou paid’st his price Redemption—for a Kiss— A pep talk I … This poem reminds me of Ella Wheeler Wilcox's work--skirting the edge of sentimentality but never going over it. Next Session: TBC. A pep talk I know I can use and I'm sure I'm not alone. Life is a barren field . ... More About This Poem Dreams By Langston Hughes About this Poet Langston Hughes was a central figure in the Harlem Renaissance, the flowering of black intellectual, literary, and artistic life that took place in the 1920s in a number of American cities, particularly Harlem.
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself by Emily Dickinson - Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself Upon his rare approach -- Go rapid, lest Competing Death Prevail upon the Coach --Famous Poets and Poems… Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Do not go gentle into that good night.
For when dreams go. Frozen with snow.
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade.