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1) And I wonder where you are
2) Tanaya Winder
3) https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/and-i-wonder-where-you-are/

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Sacred stars blanket a nighttime sky,each light reminds us of the preciousness of life.Your memory lives along the Milky Way,each twinkle saying don’t forget my name.It’s an epidemic, a sickness of the earth,a war we enter as soon as we…

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1)After the Winter
2)Claude Mckay
3)https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/after-the-winter/

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still, living like they orbit one another,
my grandfather, the planet, & grandma, his moon assigned
by some gravitational pull. they have loved long enough
for a working man to retire. grandma says she's not tired,

she...

By Kara Jackson

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Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning's whiteThe shivering birds beneath the eaves Have sheltered for the night,We'll turn our faces southward, love, Toward the summer isleWhere bamboos spire the shafted grove And wide-mouthed orchids...

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1. Cartoon Physics, part 1
2. By Nick Flynn https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/cartoon-physics-part-1/

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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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Cartoon Physics, part 1 | Poetry Out Loud

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Children under, say, ten, shouldn't knowthat the universe is ever-expanding, inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxiesswallowed by galaxies, wholesolar systems collapsing, all of itacted out in silence. At ten we are still learningthe rules of cartoon animation,that if a man draws...

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1. In the basement of the Goodwill Store
2. Ted Kooser
https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/in-the-basement-of-the-goodwill-store/#random_poem

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In musty light, in the thin brown airof damp carpet, doll heads and rust,beneath long rows of sharp footfallslike nails in a lid, an old man standstrying on glasses, lifting each pairfrom the box like a glittering fishand holding it...

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Rain
Kazim Ali
https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/rain/

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With thick strokes of ink the sky fills with rain.Pretending to run for cover but secretly praying for more rain.Over the echo of the water, I hear a voice saying my name.No one in the city moves under the quick...

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The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/the-road-not-taken/

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We've always been out looking for answers,
telling stories about ourselves,
searching for connection, choosing
to send out Stravinsky and whale song,
which, in translation, might very well be
our undoing instead of a welcome.

We launch satellites, probes, telescopes
unfolding like origami, navigating
geomagnetic storms, major disruptions.
Rovers...

By Diane Thiel

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And...

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Fever
Hailey Leithauser
https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/fever/#random_poem

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1) Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
2) Robert Frost
3) Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening | Poetry Out Loud

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I come home,
feet about to bleed
from angry stomping.
"Boy!" says Mom.
"Quit making all that racket."
But what does she expect
when, day after day,
haters sling words at me
like jagged stones
designed to split my skin?
I retreat to my room,
collapse on the bed,
count, "One. Two....

By Nikki Grimes

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening | Poetry Out Loud

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Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods...

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1)After the disaster
2)Abigail Deutsch
3)After the Disaster | Poetry Out Loud

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I came to you one rainless August night.You taught me how to live without the rain.You are thirst and thirst is all I know.You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky,The hottest blue. You blow a breeze and brandYour breath...

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1) Helen
2) Hilda Doolittle
3) https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/helen/

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1) Catch a Little Rhyme
2) Eve Merriam
3) https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/catch-a-little-rhyme/#random_poem

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1) It was not Death, for I stood up
2) Emily Dickinson
3) https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/it-was-not-death-for-i-stood-up-355/

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1) Sweet tooth
2) Russell Edson
3) https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/sweet-tooth/

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The Star
Ann Taylor & Jane Taylor
URL https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/the-star/

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Adlestrop
Edward Thomas
https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/adlestrop/

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i

In view of the fading animals
the proliferation of sewers and fears
the sea clogging, the air
nearing extinction

we should be kind, we should
take warning, we should forgive each other

Instead we are opposite, we
touch as though attacking,

the gifts we bring
even in good faith...

By Margaret Atwood

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Backdrop addresses cowboy | Poetry Out Loud

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Starspangled cowboysauntering out of the almost-silly West, on your facea porcelain grin,tugging a papier-mâché cactuson wheels behind you with a string,you are innocent as a bathtubfull of bullets.Your righteous eyes, your laconictrigger-fingerspeople the streets with villains:as you move, the air...

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1) Wind, Water, Stone
2) Octavio Paz
3) https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/wind-water-stone/

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Caged Bird
Maya Angelou
https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/caged-bird/

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Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim. The city
drags itself awake on
subway straps; and
I, an alarm, awake as a
rumor of war,
lie stretching into dawn,
unasked and unheeded.

By Maya Angelou

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A free bird leapson the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current endsand dips his wingin the orange sun raysand dares to claim the sky.But a bird that stalksdown his narrow cagecan seldom see throughhis bars of ragehis wings...

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The Blind Fisherman
Stanley Moss
https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/a-blind-fisherman/

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You squeezed its leash in your fist,
It followed where you led:
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Nodding its wooden head.

Wagging a tail on a spring,
Its wheels gearing lackety-clack,
Dogging your heels the length of the house,
Though you seldom glanced back.

It didn't mind being dragged
When...

By A.E. Stallings

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The barnacle is rather odd -It's not related to the clamOr limpet. It's an arthropod,Though one that doesn't give a damn.Cousin to the crab and shrimp,When larval, it can twitch and swim,And make decisions - tiny impThat flits according to its whim.Once grown,...

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1) Sonnet: On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic
2) Charlotte Smith
3)https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/sonnet-on-being-cautioned-against-walking-on-an-headland-overlooking-the-sea-because-it-was-frequented-by-a-lunatic/

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We thought the birds were singing louder. We were almost certain they
were. We spoke of this, when we spoke, if we spoke, on our zoom screens
or in the backyard with our podfolk. Dang, you hear those birds? Don't
they sound loud?...

By Beth Ann Fennelly

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Sonnet: On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic | Poetry Out Loud

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Is there a solitary wretch who hies To the tall cliff, with starting pace or slow, And, measuring, views with wild and hollow eyes Its distance from the waves that chide below; Who, as the sea-born gale with frequent sighs...

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1 - Dirge Without Music
2 - Edna St. Vincent Millay
3 - https://www.poetryoutloud.org/
poem/dirge-without-music/

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1) The Bad Old Days
2) Kenneth Rexroth
3)https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/the-bad-old-days/

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By Kenneth Rexroth

The summer of nineteen eighteen

I read The Jungle and The

Research Magnificent. That fall

My father died and my aunt

Took me to Chicago to live.

The first thing I did was to take

A streetcar to the stockyards.

In the winter afternoon,

Gritty and fetid, I walked

Through the filthy snow, through the

Squalid streets, looking shyly

Into the people's faces,

Those who were home in the daytime.

Debauched and exhausted faces,

Starved and looted brains, faces

Like the faces in the senile

And insane wards of charity

Hospitals. Predatory

Faces of little children.

Then as the soiled twilight darkened,

Under the green gas lamps, and the

Sputtering purple arc lamps,

The faces of the men coming

Home from work, some still alive with

The last pulse of hope or courage,

Some sly and bitter, some smart and

Silly, most of them already

Broken and empty, no life,

Only blinding tiredness, worse

Than any tired animal.

The sour smells of a thousand

Suppers of fried potatoes and

Fried cabbage bled into the street.

I was giddy and sick, and out

Of my misery I felt rising

A terrible anger and out

Of the anger, an absolute vow.

Today the evil is clean

And prosperous, but it is

Everywhere, you don't have to

Take a streetcar to find it,

And it is the same evil.

And the misery, and the

Anger, and the vow are the same.

Kenneth Rexroth, "The Bad Old Days" from The Collected Shorter Poems. Copyright © 1966 by Kenneth Rexroth. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation, www.wwnorton.com/nd/welcome.htm.

Source: The Collected Shorter Poems (1966)

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The summer of nineteen eighteen I read The Jungle and TheResearch Magnificent. That fall My father died and my aunt Took me to Chicago to live. The first thing I did was to take A streetcar to the stockyards. In the winter afternoon, Gritty and fetid, I...

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ways of talking
Ha jin
https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/ways-of-talking/

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1) Across the Bay
2) Donald Davie
3)https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/across-the-bay/

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We've always been out looking for answers,
telling stories about ourselves,
searching for connection, choosing
to send out Stravinsky and whale song,
which, in translation, might very well be
our undoing instead of a welcome.

We launch satellites, probes, telescopes
unfolding like origami, navigating
geomagnetic storms, major disruptions.
Rovers...

By Diane Thiel

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﻿A queer thing about those waters: there are noBirds there, or hardly any.I did not miss them, I do not rememberMissing them, or thinking it uncanny. The beach so-called was a blinding splinter of limestone,A quarry outraged by hulls.We took pleasure...

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1)300 Goats
2)Naomi Shihab Nye
3)https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/300-goats/

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We've always been out looking for answers,
telling stories about ourselves,
searching for connection, choosing
to send out Stravinsky and whale song,
which, in translation, might very well be
our undoing instead of a welcome.

We launch satellites, probes, telescopes
unfolding like origami, navigating
geomagnetic storms, major disruptions.
Rovers...

By Diane Thiel

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In icy fields.Is water flowing in the tank?Will they huddle together, warm bodies pressing?(Is it the year of the goat or the sheep?Scholars debating Chinese zodiac,follower or leader.)O lead them to a warm corner,little ones toward bulkier bodies.Lead them to...

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1)To The Desert
2) Benjamin Alire Sáenz
3)https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/to-the-desert/#random_poem

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I came to you one rainless August night.You taught me how to live without the rain.You are thirst and thirst is all I know.You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky,The hottest blue. You blow a breeze and brandYour breath...

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1) Acquainted with the night
2) Robert Frost
3)https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/acquainted-with-the-night/

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1969
Alex Dimitrov
https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/1969/

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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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The summer everyone left for the mooneven those yet to be born. And the deadwho can't vacation here but met us all thereby the veil between worlds. The number one songin America was "In the Year 2525"because who has ever...

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1.) Carnival
2.) Rebecca Lindenberg
3.) https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/carnival/

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still, living like they orbit one another,
my grandfather, the planet, & grandma, his moon assigned
by some gravitational pull. they have loved long enough
for a working man to retire. grandma says she's not tired,

she...

By Kara Jackson

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The mask that burns like a violin, the maskthat sings only dead languages, that lovesthe destruction of being put on. The maskthat sighs like a woman even thougha woman wears it. The mask beaded withfreshwater pearls, with seeds. The plumed...

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About Standing (in Kinship)
Kimberly Blaeser
https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/about-standing-in-kinship/

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The tide ebbs and reveals orange and purple sea stars.
I have no theory of radiance,

but after rain evaporates
off pine needles, the needles glisten.

In the courtyard, we spot the rising shell of a moon,
and,...

By Arthur Sze

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We all have the same little bones in our foottwenty-six with funny names like navicular.Together they build something strong-our foot arch a pyramid holding us up.The bones don't get casts when they break.We tape them-one phalange to its neighbor for...

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When you are old
william butler yeats
https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/when-you-are-old/

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1) The Legend
2) Garret Hongo
3)https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/the-legend/

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1)Fire and Ice
2)Robert Frost
3)https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/fire-and-ice/

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The earth said
remember me.
The earth said
don't let go,

said it one day
when I was
accidentally
listening, I

heard it, I felt it
like temperature,
all said in a
whisper-build to-

morrow, make right be-
fall, you are not
free, other scenes
are not taking

place, time is not filled,
time is not late,...

By Jorie Graham

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Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I've tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also...

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