Poetry Night

Sunday Funday
Each and every Sunday, we share a poem to lighten our soul. Comment your thoughts, short story or any poem you will love to see in a future post. Don’t forget to follow us like and share.

Self-Composed by George Elliott Clarke

Poetic Sunday

Sunday Funday
Each and every Sunday, we share a poem to lighten our soul. Comment your thoughts, short story or any poem you will love to see in a future post. Don’t forget to follow us like and share.
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun 

BY EMILY DICKINSON
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun – 

In Corners – till a Day 

The Owner passed – identified –

And carried Me away –
And now We roam in Sovreign Woods –

And now We hunt the Doe –

And every time I speak for Him

The Mountains straight reply –
And do I smile, such cordial light

Opon the Valley glow –

It is as a Vesuvian face

Had let it’s pleasure through –
And when at Night – Our good Day done –

I guard My Master’s Head –

’Tis better than the Eider Duck’s

Deep Pillow – to have shared –
To foe of His – I’m deadly foe –

None stir the second time –

On whom I lay a Yellow Eye –

Or an emphatic Thumb –
Though I than He – may longer live

He longer must – than I –

For I have but the power to kill,

Without – the power to die –

Sunday Poems

Sunday Funday
Each and every Sunday, we share a poem to lighten our soul. Comment your thoughts, short story or any poems you will love to see in a future post. Don’t forget to follow us like and share.

How to Change a Frog Into a Prince

Start with the underwear. Sit him down.

Hopping on one leg may stir unpleasant memories.

If he gets his tights on, even backwards, praise him.

Fingers, formerly webbed, struggle over buttons.

Arms and legs, lengthened out of proportion, wait,

as you do, for the rest of him to catch up.

This body, so recently reformed, reclaimed,

still carries the marks of its time as a frog. Be gentle.

Avoid the words awkward and gawky.

Do not use tadpole as a term of endearment.

His body, like his clothing, may seem one size too big.

Relax. There’s time enough for crowns. He’ll grow into it.

—Anna Denise