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"Let America Be America Again" by Langston Hughes

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"Let America Be America Again" by Langston Hughes

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I fell in love with this poem the first time I read it years and years ago.  I love how it challenges the ideals of our society and forces readers to see an experience from another human's point of view.  Every time I read it, I take away something new.  The tone starts out rather patriotic, but with increasing sarcasm.  It then moves into a tone that is angry and demanding.  It ends with a tone of determination and optimism.

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A Brave and Startling Truth by Maya Angelou

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A Brave and Startling Truth by Maya Angelou

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We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

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The Evening of the mind By Donald Justice

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The Evening of the mind By Donald Justice

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Now comes the evening of the mind.
Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood;
Here is the shadow moving down the page
Where you sit reading by the garden wall.
Now the dwarf peach trees, nailed to their trellises,
Shudder and droop. You know their voices now,
Faintly the martyred peaches crying out
Your name, the name nobody knows but you.
It is the aura and the coming on.
It is the thing descending, circling, here.
And now it puts a claw out and you take it.
Thankfully in your lap you take it, so.

You said you would not go away again,
You did not want to go away—and yet,
It is as if you stood out on the dock
Watching a little boat drift out
Beyond the sawgrass shallows, the dead fish …
And you were in it, skimming past old snags,
Beyond, beyond, under a brazen sky
As soundless as a gong before it’s struck—
Suspended how?—and now they strike it, now
The ether dream of five-years-old repeats, repeats,
And you must wake again to your own blood
And empty spaces in the throat.

https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/the-evening-of-the-mind/#random_poem
I like this poem because of the intense imagery in it and it's very calm tone. This makes this poem a good stress reliever or something to meditate too.

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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.

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
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

i like this poem because Maya uses imagery to symbolize how she rises beyond oppression

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Yes You Are

In dark nights
And gray days
You Are still loved
In so many ways

With the pain
And the tears
You Are still stronger
Than your fears

And when it seems
There is no end
You Are not broken
It's just a bend

This may be
The moment when
You Are ready
To begin

Take a stand
Rise above
You Are beauty
Hope and love

Go forth and be
A shining star
You Are life
Yes You Are

I like this poem because sometimes life gets hard but also we can't down instead we need to fight through it. The part I like the most was "With the pain
And the tears You Are still stronger" which is significant because sometimes we need a change in life but knowing that I know I am going to get stronger each day.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44272/the-road-not-taken

I like this poem Because the Poet has two roads and he takes the one thats less traveld and I feel like it has a deeper meaning.

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No man is an island,Entire of itself,

Every man is a piece of the continent,

A part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less.

As well as if a promontory were.

As well as if a manor of thy friend’s

Or of thine own were:

Any man’s death diminishes me,

Because I am involved in mankind,

And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;

It tolls for thee.

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Blackout BY MARGARET FISHBACK.                                                     When life seems gray                                                                                   And short of fizz                                                                                                It seems that way                                                                                 Because it is.                        

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Blackout BY MARGARET FISHBACK.                                                     When life seems gray                                                                                   And short of fizz                                                                                                It seems that way                                                                                 Because it is.                        

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why i liked this poem is because its straight forward and honest
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/91578/blackout-58409978e05d5

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who will tell them by Michael Simms (cooper parent)

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who will tell them by Michael Simms (cooper parent)

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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/155527/who-will-tell-them

i liked this one a lot because it really resonated with what I believe in.
the tone is somber

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https://commaful.com/play/sydney/there-will-come-soft-rain/

I like this poem because it was a deep quote, and the poem is pretty specific and it's easy to picture what it says in your mind. It also mentions of lot of stuff related to nature which I also really like.

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(I like this poem because it describes us now and probably our future generations and how we can never live in the present. We also carry so much baggage with us in life and it's crazy. And to be honest because it is kind of confusing but as I excel in my knowledge of language arts I understand more and more and every new thing seems to set of this little spark in my mind and it is incredible.)
By Alex Dimitrov
The summer everyone left for the moon
even those yet to be born. And the dead
who can’t vacation here but met us all there
by the veil between worlds. The number one song
in America was “In the Year 2525”
because who has ever lived in the present
when there’s so much of the future
to continue without us.
How the best lover won’t need to forgive you
and surely take everything off your hands
without having to ask, without knowing
your name, no matter the number of times
you married or didn’t, your favorite midnight movie,
the cigarettes you couldn’t give up,
wanting to kiss other people you shouldn’t
and now to forever be kissed by the Earth.
In the Earth. With the Earth.
When we all briefly left it
to look back on each other from above,
shocked by how bright even our pain is
running wildly beside us like an underground river.
And whatever language is good for,
a sign, a message left up there that reads:
here men from the planet earth
first set foot upon the moon
july 1969, a.d.
we came in peace for all mankind.
Then returned to continue the war.

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I know this is a real thing, because
When I was a kid, my big sister took me
To the Capitol Theater, in my hometown
Of Rochester, NY,

And there was a movie that afternoon,
The Tingler, which starred Vincent Price,
And what I remember best...

By Cornelius Eady

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My delight and thy delight
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night:

My desire and thy desire
Twining to a tongue of fire,
Leaping live, and laughing higher:

Thro' the everlasting strife
In the mystery of life.

Love, from whom the world begun,
Hath the secret of the sun.

Love can tell, and love alone,
Whence the million stars were strewn,
Why each atom knows its own,
How, in spite of woe and death,
Gay is life, and sweet is breath:

This he taught us, this we knew,
Happy in his science true,
Hand in hand as we stood
'Neath the shadows of the wood,
Heart to heart as we lay
In the dawning of the day.

i like this poem because it is implying questions about things we always just push aside.

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The world is a scary place,

And it isn’t always nice,

But my child you have a gift,

So let me give you some advice,

You hold the world in your hands,

I know it can seem like a lot,

But my god you move mountains,

And you do it without a thought,

The stars bow down before you,

The sea rises and falls as you breathe,

If you tried you could bring kingdoms,

Crashing to their knees,

But my child you have this light,

I can see it in your eyes,

Don’t ever doubt your power,

I know that you will rise

This is my advice,

You are pure and true,

Show the world what you’re made of,

Because it doesn’t deserve you.
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This poem is very inspiring it speaks the truth. It speaks of the power we hold in this world and we can do create anything. Nadia Mchee has many different poems that can be very touching and speak the truth
Leslie

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A Walking Waterfall

You stand in the lights bearing a smile for the world to see. Pretending to be the person they want you to be in there mind. Living the life they want to see you live. While secretly you’re a walking waterfall.

Bearing the truth you hide behind a fake smile. At knowledge of the truth you go in denial. Hiding from the person you really is, only to be like others in life. Instead you play the role of a walking waterfall.

The dreams, hope, life, and goals you ones had have now vanished. Living with the way of other you hate yourself. Feeling as you don’t fit in with the dreams and goals you, shut down. Like a fool you’re managed by others.

You will never come from behind that faded smile. Into you one day take the ranges of the life you’ll been blested with. Then you’ll be the rock that makes the mountain.

By: Michael Scott
11/6/2010

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"Like Brothers We Meet" by George Moses Horton

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"Like Brothers We Meet" by George Moses Horton

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This poem is great. It feels like a plea for everyone to harmonize and get along without strife. It was dedicated to the late federal and confederate soldiers, which were from the same country but fought based on differences. The poem's tone is a sense of longing/happiness since the author wants people to get along.

https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/like-brothers-we-meet/

Like heart-loving brothers we meet,
And still the loud thunders of strife,
The blaze of fraternity kindles most sweet,
There’s nothing more pleasing in life.

The black cloud of faction retreats,
The poor is no longer depressed,
See those once discarded resuming their seats,
The lost strangers soon will find rest.

The soldier no longer shall roam,
But soon shall land safely ashore,
Each soon will arrive at his own native home,
And struggle in warfare no more.

The union of brothers is sweet,
Whose wives and children do come,
Their sons and fair daughters with pleasure they greet,
When long absent fathers come home.

They never shall languish again,
Nor discord their union shall break,
When brothers no longer lament and complain,
Hence never each other forsake.

Hang closely together like friends,
By peace killing foes never driven,
The storm of commotion eternally ends,
And earth will soon turn into Heaven.

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I Felt a Funeral in my Brain Emily Dickinson 

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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45706/i-felt-a-funeral-in-my-brain-340

I felt a funeral in my brain
And mourners, to and fro
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through

And when they all were seated
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb

And then I heard them lift a box
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again
Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell
And Being but an ear
And I and silence some strange race
Wrecked, solitary, here

And then a plank in Reason broke
And I fell down and down
And hit a world with every plunge
And finished knowing, then

I enjoy this poem because it is pretty much creepy and I love dark and edgy stuff. The tone of this poem is somber and unsettling but also has this vibe of peacefulness and ease.

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You wanted to be so hungry, you would break into branches,

and have to choose between the starving month’s

nineteenth, twenty-first, and twenty-third evenings.

The liturgy begins to echo itself and why does it matter?

If the ground-water is too scarce one can stretch nets

into the air and harvest the fog.

Hunger opens you to illiteracy,

thirst makes clear the starving pattern,

the thick night is so quiet, the spinning spider pauses,

the angel stops whispering for a moment—

The secret night could already be over,

you will have to listen very carefully—

You are never going to know which night’s mouth is sacredly reciting

and which night’s recitation is secretly mere wind—

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/53856/ramadan

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https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+23&version=NIV
A psalm of David.

1 The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.

2     He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,

3     he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for his name’s sake.

4 Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,[a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.

6 Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
forever.

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Accept yourself as a work in progress the continue
to build yourself into the person you’re dreaming to be;
the person you have all the potential to be.
accept your flaws, accept your truths. accept your past.
and make light of them. no one can tear you down if
you make peace with who you are and where you’ve
been. if you are going to focus on the negative at all,
focus on turning them into positives. focus on growing.
sometimes, often times, our minds are the scariest
place to sit. it’ll trick you into comparing yourself
to others and it’ll trick you into believing you aren’t
good enough. but you are. you have always been
and you always will be. you’re much more powerful
when you believe in yourself. if you don’t love
all of you, who will?  give yourself time to blossom.

I love this poem because I used to be someone who just focused on the negatives with almost everything I did. With this poem it really encourages you to be the person you always wanted to be.

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"Tell all the truth but tell it slant" by Emily Dickinson

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"Tell all the truth but tell it slant" by Emily Dickinson

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Tell all the truth but tell it slant —

Success in Circuit lies

Too bright for our infirm Delight

The Truth's superb surprise

As Lightning to the Children eased

With explanation kind

The Truth must dazzle gradually

Or every man be blind —

I found this poem interesting because it made a very strong point about society and truth. It is relatively short and goes straight to the point. The poem is abstract and shows Dickinson's imaginative writing style. In the poem, Dickinson talks about how people cannot always handle how magnificent and dazzling the truth is and that it should be revealed to people little by little to avoid overwhelming them.
The tone of the poem is one of awe and wonder.

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THE POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON: READING EDITION, edited by Ralph W. Franklin, Cambridge, Mass.: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, Copyright © 1998, 1999 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College. Copyright © 1951, 1955 , by the President and Fellows of Harvard College. Copyright © 1979, 1983 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College. Copyright © 1914, 1918, 1924, 1929, 1930, 1932, 1935, 1937, 1942 by Martha Dickinson Bianchi. Copyright © 1952, 1957, 1958, 1963, 1965 by Mary L. Hampson.

Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Reading Edition (The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, 1998)

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THE POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON: READING EDITION, edited by Ralph W. Franklin, Cambridge, Mass.: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, Copyright © 1998, 1999 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College. Copyright © 1951, 1955 , by the President and Fellows of Harvard College.

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Xander Estacio - The Life of a Digger; by Margarita Engle

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Xander Estacio - The Life of a Digger; by Margarita Engle

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Jamaican digging crews have to sleep

eighty men to a room, in huge warehouses

like the ones where big wooden crates

of dynamite are stored.

My hands feel like scorpion claws,

clamped on to a hard hard shovel all day,

then curled into fists at night.

At dawn, the steaming labor trains

deliver us by the thousands, down into

that snake pit where we dig

until my muscles feel

as weak as water

and my backbone

is like shattered glass.

But only half the day

is over.

At lunchtime, we see sunburned

American engineers and foremen

eating at tables, in shady tents

with the flaps left open,

so that we have to watch

how they sit on nice chairs,

looking restful.

We also watch the medium-dark

Spanish men, relaxing as they sit

on their train tracks, grinning

as if they know secrets.

We have no place to sit. Not even

a stool. So we stand, plates in hand,

uncomfortable

and undignified.

Back home, I used to dream of saving

enough Panama money

to buy a bit of good farmland

for Momma and my little brothers

and sisters, so that we would all

have plenty to eat.

Now all I want is a chair.

And food with some spice.

And fair treatment.

Justice.

This poem shows how the world is not perfect and even in other places on earth, there are people that are mistreated horribly and forced into things...

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I like this one because of the title.  It caught my eye because it said school is not cool.
Author- William Butler Yeats

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A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in uniform
Lived all their lives in playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don't let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up.

And the railings.
All around, the railings.
Are they to keep out wolves and monsters?
Things that carry off and eat children?
Things you don't take sweets from?
Perhaps they're to stop us getting out
Running away from the lessins. Lessin.
What does a lessin look like?
Sounds small and slimy.
They keep them in the glassrooms.
Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine.

I wish I could remember my name
Mummy said it would come in useful.
Like wellies. When there's puddles.
Yellowwellies. I wish she was here.
I think my name is sewn on somewhere
Perhaps the teacher will read it for me.
Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea.

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School Poems - Poems For School Poems - Poem Hunter

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A millionbillionwillion miles from home Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?) Why are they all so big, other children? So noisy? So much at home they Must have been born in uniform Lived all their lives in playgrounds Spent the years inventing games That don't let me in.

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Fame is a fickle food (1702) Emily Dickinson

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Fame is a fickle food (1702) Emily Dickinson

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Fame is a fickle food

Upon a shifting plate

Whose table once a

Guest but not

The second time is set

Whose crumbs the crows inspect

And with ironic caw

Flap past it to the

Farmer’s corn

Men eat of it and die

I like this poem because it portrays how fame isn't forever and that you will fall off eventually. Because even the greatest to ever do it will not be around forever.