Phenomenal Woman
Analysis of Form and Technique
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
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Featured Shared Story
I grew up with beautiful sisters, and I was the ugly duckling. To this day I feel their jealousy, and they will never give me respect. I walk proud, and people like me. I'm successful,...
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Still I Rise
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.Featured Shared StoryThe poem has enormously moved me. Right now I'm in a difficult and hurtful situation, but reading brings me comfort.
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On Aging
When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself. -
Human Family
I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.Featured Shared StoryI love this poem but had not heard it until it was played as part of an advertisement. I have no idea what the ad concerned, however, I had to have a copy of this poem. Wish Mr. Trump could...
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When Great Trees Fall
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,Featured Shared StoryI lost my partner of 17 years in 2018. He was the best thing that ever happened to me. The poem reminds me of him because he was like a great tree. He was my rock. I miss him so very much. I...
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Alone
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirstyFeatured Shared StoryI strongly agree with Maya Angelou. Her poem reflects a timely theme. At any age a person might suffer due to loneliness, but worse in the old age. Then one needs physical as well as...
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Caged Bird
Analysis of Form and Technique
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current endsFeatured Shared StoryI remember this poem from my guided reading class in 5th grade. I remember it well. This poem really touched me, and reading it again just made my day. This poem, I remember it being about...
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Life Doesn't Frighten Me
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
