anyone know a good poem for a 13 yr old to take to her English Class?

Question

I need a poem for English, not one that's too hard, and not exactly Cat in the Hat or Shel Silverstien either. I haven't read any other poetry than that, and I can't bring that in. Please help. Thanks

Answer 1

yup i made a whole bunch but these are a few

illusions

I sit here all alone
sitting in a corner in a dark lonely room
I see something in the corner of my eye
but when i turn , i only see a bright full moon
so i turn back around
silently listening to the sound of
water dripping from the faucet
as i start to look down
i see something on the door of my closet
the wind starts to blow
i stare at the open window
as i start to realize it was all just my shadow.


or

falling

Its like falling off a cliff
its like diving in a pool
you don't know where you are
you don't know where to go
You spin round and round
until you're about to fall down
you hold you breath and close you'r eyes
you count to ten
and then
you fall
you fall while the world is
spinning so fast you cannot see
you open your eyes
but the world is gone
you look around but no one's there
so you hold your
breath, close your eyes, and count to ten
and then..
you open them and darkness is all around
you hear a sound
a sound so soft,
it takes you a while to
realize its your alarm going off.


or lol

where my heart belongs

My heart belongs in a place
but i don't know where
All I know is that is not over here
I try to stay calm
but i always fear
fear I'll never go where i'm supposed to be
fear it'll be right there
fear i won't be able to see
but now i know where my heart belongs.
How my heart will get there?
i have no clue
But all i know is that
my heart belongs with you.

Answer 2

Vultures by Chinua Achebe

In the greyness
and drizzle of one despondent
dawn unstirred by harbingers
of sunbreak a vulture
perching high on broken
bone of a dead tree
nestled close to his
mate his smooth
bashed-in head, a pebble
on a stem rooted in
a dump of gross
feathers, inclined affectionately
to hers. Yesterday they picked
the eyes of a swollen
corpse in a water-logged
trench and ate the things in its bowel. Full
gorged they chose their roost
keeping the hollowed remnant
in easy range of cold
telescopic eyes ...
Strange
indeed how love in other
ways so particular
will pick a corner
in that charnel-house
tidy it and coil up there, perhaps
even fall asleep - her face
turned to the wall!
... Thus the Commandant at Belsen
Camp going home for
the day with fumes of
human roast clinging
rebelliously to his hairy
nostrils will stop
at the wayside sweet-shop
and pick up a chocolate
for his tender offspring
waiting at home for Daddy's return ...
Praise bounteous
providence if you will
that grants even an ogre
a tiny glow-worm
tenderness encapsulated
in icy caverns of a cruel
heart or else despair
for in every germ
of that kindred love is
lodged the perpetuity
of evil.

i learnt this one in school & loved it!!! it has soooo much meaning and you can read soo deep into it

also heres a shorter one which is another favourite of mine

The Eagle
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Answer 3

Antonio
Laura E. Richards
Antonio, Antonio,
Was tired of living alonio.
He thought he would woo
Miss Lissamy Loo
Miss Lissamy Lucy Molonio.
Antonio, Antonio,
Rode off on his polo-polonio.
He found the fair maid
In a bowery shade,
A-sitting and knitting alonio.
Antonio, Antonio,
Said, "If you will be my ownio,
I'll love you true,
And I'll buy for you,
An icery creamery conio!"
"Oh, nonio, Antonio!...
You're far too bleak and bonio!
And all that I wish,
You singular fish,
Is that you will quickly begonio."
Antonio, Antonio,
He uttered a dismal moanio;
Then ran off and hid
(Or I'm told that he did)
In the Anticatarctical Zonio.

Answer 4

Check out these:
"The Tiger" by William Blake
"To a Mouse" by Robert Burns
"The Spider and the Fly" by Mary Howitt
"The Owl and the Pussycat" by Edward Lear
"The Arrow and the Song" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe

Answer 5

Knoxville, Tennessee by Nikki Giovanni
The King of Cats Sends a Postcard to His Wife by Nancy Willard
Mother to Son by Langston Hughes
The Blind Men and the Elephant by John Godfrey Saxe
Macavity:The Mystery Cat by T.S. Eliot

and this one for you for courage and an A

Good Luck Gold by Janet S. Wong

When I was a baby one month old,
my grandparents gave me good luck gold:
a golden ring so soft it bends,
a golden necklace hooked at the ends,
a golden bracelet with coins that say
I will be rich and happy someday.

I wish that gold would work real soon.
I need my luck this afternoon.

Answer 6

How about Casey at the Bat? That is a very well written poem and easy to understand. Nothing Gold Can Stay is another good choice. And here s a beautiful ee cummings poem about youth thats easy to understand ... Pax C


you shall above all things be glad and young

you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear


it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love


whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time


that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.


I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

Answer 7

How about "A Blessing" by James Wright:

A Blessing


Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.

Answer 8

This is a poem totally original( I made it up for you to use):

Patient eyes waiting, watching.
Movement burns in her body, relentlessly persuading action.
A flicker of movement, nothing more.
The huntress within emerges and scans the area with a trained eye.
Bow ready, she spots a young doe.
Leaping with careless curiosity, joy in its soul.
Silent death waits for it to come.
The arrow points in the path of youth.
Only one can win at this game, but history is determined to set new tracks.
The huntress hesitates, a pang of guilt holds her back.
Closer, closer, comes the young blood.
The arrow bends back, ready to fire.
Steady is the huntress, fire burning in her eyes.
Ears straining, the doe senses something awry.
It is too late for movement, something will happen.
With fierce determination, the arrow is released.
The doe screams out.
An apple drops off a nearby tree, perfect for a doe to eat.

Answer 9

To a mouse by Robert burns. It's funny and it has some great meanings.

You have to practice the pronounciations but it's worth it!

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion,
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't!

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell-
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld!

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
Gang aft agley,
An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e'e.
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!

Answer 10

There is this great website, poetry 180. It has poems for teenagers, i have used it for my english class before the poems are actually really cool and interesting. The website is http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/