...a wee bit of poetry to feed the soul.
Every once in a while I go through a poetry thing and I feel like we are all missing out on such beautiful words and imagery and ideas. We get too busy. So here's some poetry for your busy day. Grab a cup of tea, relax, savor. By the way, none of it was written by me.
Still I Rise
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.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
If Famous Poets wrote Zombie Haikus
by Ryan Mecum
Zombie Haiku by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle
into that zombie plagued night.
And take the shotgun.
Zombie Haiku by Sylvia Plath
From head to black shoe,
daddy, I had to eat you
because I’m starving.
Zombie Haiku by Robert Frost
Two lobes in the skull.
I eat the bloodier one –
not much difference.
Zombie Haiku by e.e. cummings
if anyone lived
in this wretched how town (they)
would be soon eaten.
Zombie Haiku by Emily Dickinson
I heard a fly buzz
when I became a zombie.
That was one loud bug.
Zombie Haiku by Walt Whitman
Every skin atom
form’d from this soil, this air,
tastes like chicken meat.
Zombie Haiku by William Shakespeare
To bite through the skull
or beat it against the wall?
That is the question.
Zombie Haiku by Edgar Allen Poe
Beside of the sea
I killed my Annabel Lee
because zombies do that.
Zombie Haiku by Theodore Roethke
I knew a woman,
piled up once I ate her,
lovely in her bones.