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i like this poem because its true. Im not perfect, no one is you are not i am not no one is we all make mistakes and shouldn't judge each other on our looks or anything beyond that. Thanks for listening

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Your skin isn't paper,

don't cut it

Your face isn't a mask, don't hide it

Your size isn't a book,

don't judge it

Your life isn't a film,

don't end it”

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My favorite poem is "The Haunted Palace." by Edgar Allan Poe

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This is my favorite poem.

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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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Annabel Lee Poem by Edgar Allan Poe - Poem Hunter

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Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe. .It was many and many a year ago In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE And this maiden she . Page

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Browse poems about different kinds of grief and mourning, including poems about the loss of parents, loved ones, and friends.more poetry for teens"Farewell" by Francisca AguirreTo say goodbye means so little..."Equinox" by Elizabeth AlexanderNow is the time of year when bees are wild...

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Resignation - I love you because the Earth turns round the sun

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

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My favorite poem is Images By: Jamie Manrique

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Images - I've spent a whole afternoon looking at photographs.

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One Poem is The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.

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.

Robert Frost

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The Cities Inside Us - We live in secret cities

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My favorite poem is called "Dreams"
-Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken winged bird
That cannot fly
-Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow

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A Dream Within A Dream, by Edgar Allan Poe, Take this kiss upon the brow!

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Harlem by Langston Hughes | Poetry Foundation

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I like all poems by william shakespeare https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poems/45492

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this is like the only poem i know so here it is.

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-

Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;-vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore-

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-

This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you"-here I opened wide the door;-

Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-

'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"

Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning-little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing farther then he uttered-not a feather then he fluttered-

Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before-

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."

Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,

But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee-by these angels he hath sent thee

Respite-respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"

Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!-prophet still, if bird or devil!-

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-

On this home by Horror haunted-tell me truly, I implore-

Is there- is there balm in Gilead?-tell me-tell me, I implore!"

Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!-prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us-by that God we both adore-

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."

Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting-

"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!-quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"

Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted-nevermore!

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The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe | Poetry Foundation

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

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hello there fellow classmates today I am presenting a poem...not my favorite peom but one i wrote

The world today, Media
by:michelle murphy
People laugh while kids are dying, they realize the moment and they start crying

The world today

The world today

The darkness of media

You laugh at the funny videos

But there’s something you don’t know

The world today

The world today

The darkness of media

At every laugh there is a tear

A person who’d rather disappear

The word today

The world today

The darkness of media

The one behind all of the memes

At home they sure get all the screams

The world today

The world today

Of humiliation

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Here's one of my favorite poems- it's called "Ode to a Crossfader." Any of you know what that is? Any of you like to DJ or listen to any famous DJs?

*Has sound, need headphones

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Poems, readings, poetry news and the entire 110-year archive of POETRY magazine.

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It can be hard to know which poems will spur your middle and high schoolers into deep, meaningful discussion and which will leave them yawning. So we asked experienced teachers to share their favorite poems that always get a reaction, even from teens. Here's what they had to say about the best poems for middle school and high school students.

Note: Every classroom is different, so please be sure to review these poems for middle school and high school students before sharing to ensure they align with your learning environment.

Poems for Middle School and High School

Discuss symbolism with this short poem by Frost.

Discuss the literal and figurative meanings in this poem.

3. The Rat Ode by Elizabeth Acevedo

Listen to the author herself as she performs her poetry.

This poem follows the pain and suffering Joe experienced at Shubenacadie Residential School in Nova Scotia.

This poem for President Joe Biden's inauguration had the nation talking about it for days to come.

Recount the dangers of misconception with this poem.

Frost doesn't hold back with this poem, an ideal one for discussion and debate.

Ea documented this to raise awareness about the alarming rates of deforestation and the reckless destruction of our environment.

An oldie but goodie!

The late artist created a clear connection between the rhythm and deeper meaning of poetry and rap.

For your fans of science fiction.

A reaction to the experience of being Black in America in the late 19th century.

Poe is an expert at rhyme scheme-and this poem is clear evidence of that.

14. Deer Hit by Jon Loomis

Students won't soon forget this poem, both for the story and the sensory details.

Read this poem to discuss the meaning beyond the literal words on the page.

An example of just what one line can do.

Lerman engages with popular culture and an irreverent tone.

Any student who has ever felt annoyed or had to put up with daily frustrations will relate to this poem.

A politically charged poem that still rings true today, Hughes' poetry, but particularly Mother to Son, is timeless.

20. Beethoven by Shane Koyczan

This poem is a biography in verse that connects Beethoven's story to the universal.

21. Oranges by Gary Soto

Soto's poem about trying to impress a girl shows what small moments reveal about ourselves, and how those moments embed themselves in our memories.

This poem leaves lots of space for inference, which leads to great discussion.

Teach this poem to show how O'Hara uses references or for the humor.

24. Pass On by Michael Lee

Lee's poem creates snapshots of memory, creating lines and ideas for every student to grab and hold on to.

25. Snow by David Berman

Captures a narrative in miniature with a creative structure.

An uplifting political call to action that students should read right when they're starting to define the mark they can have on the world.

Sheds light on the writing process, with a sense of humor and a tongue-in-cheek challenge.

This poem is deceptive in its simplicity and leaves a lot to talk about. Be sure to discuss that internal rhyme!

A solid work for teaching poetry elements (repetition, rhyme scheme).

30. Daddy by Sylvia Plath

Plath rarely minces words and this is no exception-this poem is stuffed full of deeper meaning.

Dickinson is so good at creating mood, this time about reflection.

32. Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

A ghost story wrapped up in a poem. Another Poe classic.

The rest of the poem is as humorous as the title, and it's fun to dissect and analyze how Neruda writes about everyday objects, like the tuna on ice.

Use this poem to teach ways to approach points of view.

Nash's comical poem pokes fun at the use of similes and metaphors.

"There are strange things done in the midnight sun ..."

When a highwayman meets the inn owner's daughter, they fall in love immediately ... as a rival eavesdrops.

"When Americans say a man takes liberties, they mean he's gone too far."

39. Mirror by Sylvia Plath

This poem speaks from a mirror's perspective, sharing truths as a woman looks at her own reflection.

The poet clearly captures the elegance and beauty of this enchanting woman.

This short poem speaks volumes.

42. Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson

A surprise ending reminds us that not everything is always as it seems.

This poem encourages readers to make the most of each day.

44. Tattoo by Ted Kooser

What stories can an old man's tattoo tell us?

The author reminds us that regardless of our circumstances, the nature of death remains unchanged.

What are your favorite poems for middle school and high school? Share in the comments below!

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45 Must-Share Poems for Middle School and High School

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Poems for middle school and high school students can be tricky to nail. You want to inspire creativity, not yawns.

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If you’re a teen looking to learn more about the art of reading or writing poetry, we’ve gathered

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I wanted to create this Padlet as a space for us to share poetry we like or enjoy. I'll be sharing some resources to find some poetry, and also some of my own favorite poems. When you add a contribution, it won't show up right away as I have to approve the post (just to make sure no shenanigans are going on). Make sure to add your name to your post as I have added mine. We'll be taking a look at these poems during different class periods.