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POEM IN YOUR POCKET DAY IS TODAY! (print, clip,pocket and share!)   Keep A Poem in Your Pocket  by Beatrice Schenk de Regniers Keep a poem in your pocket And a picture in your head And you'll never feel lonely At night when you're in bed. The little poem will sing to you  A dozen dreams to dance to you At night when you're in bed. So-- Keep a picture in your

The Trees The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread,  Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too. Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles thresh In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say,

Snowball I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be. I thought I'd keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head. Then last night it ran away But first - it wet the bed. - Shel Silverstein (suggested by zoey)

The Clouds Some clouds fill with sunshine Some are dark with sorrow. Some are left from yesterday And some are for tomorrow. The clouds go proudly sailing by. I love their proper names. Stratus, Nimbus, Cirrus, Cumulus and James. -Rosemary Wells

Earth Day I am the Earth And the Earth is me, Each blade of grass, Each honey tree, Each bit of mud, And stick and stone Is blood and muscle, Skin and bone. And just as I Need every bit Of me to make My body fit, So Earth needs Grass and stone and tree And things that grow here Naturally. That's why we Celebrate this day. That's why across The world we say: As long

POEM IN YOUR POCKET DAY is APRIL 30, 2015! Visit poets.org for printable, pocket sized poems and other fantastic poetry related items or click here! I fell in love with Poem in you Pocket: 200 Poems to Read and Carry, published in conjunction with The Academy of American Poets and selected by Elaine Bleakney, last April. Maybe this year I will be able to bring myself to

maggie and molly and milly and may maggie and molly and milly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while

A Shooting Star From Aridane's Crown Something came flashing down Over the distant town, Over the river and sleeping farms; The planets above seemed to wink As they watched the traveler sink; And motherly Earth, I think, May have folded a little lost star in her arms. -Edith M. Thomas

A Jelly Fish Visible, invisible, a fluctuating charm an amber-tinctured amethyst inhabits it, your arm approaches and it opens and it closes; you had meant to catch it and it quivers; you abandon your intent. - Marianne Moore

The Monarch Butterfly He is a monarch. He is a king. He flies great migrations, Past nations he wings. He is a monarch. He is a prince. When blackbirds attack him, From poison they wince. He is a monarch. He is a duke. Swallows that swallow him Frequently puke. From: Insectlopedia Douglas FlorianCopyright 1998

Snails It never fails, those pesky snails are always in the pudding. Lousy guests, those nasty pests, they're always up to something. I've tried like mad to find their nest but snails are smart I must confess. The trails they leave can fool the best, and snails are good at hiding. Oh well, at least they don't make threats, they don't eat meat, they don't place bets, they

The Black Widow Spider I am a widow- I always wear black, From my eight dainty legs To my shiny round back. Do not disturb me. My fangs carry venom. I am a widow- I don't wear denim. -Douglas Florian from Insectlopedia Copyright 1998

The Caterpillar The caterpillar's not a cat. It's very small And short and fat, And with those beady little eyes Will never win a beauty prize. The caterpillar's brain is small- It only knows to eat and crawl. But for this creepy bug don't cry, It will soon be a buttery. -Douglas Florian from beast feast Copyright 1994

Caterpillar Brown and furry Caterpillar in a hurry, Take your walk To the shady leaf, or stalk, Or what not, Which may be the chosen spot. No toad to spy you, Hovering bird of prey pass by you, Spin and die, To live again a butterfly. -Christina Rossetti

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside a lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay; Ten thousand

November 19th, National Sloth Day Three-Toed Sloth He bats around a luna moth, He counts up all his toes, He wears the smiles of the sloth That everybody knows. He races to the tallest limb- .16 miles per hour (The fastest ever time for him), And looks down from his tower In the rain forests above Brazil To watch the world below. If he could speak, the sloth would shout

dog Under a maple tree The dog lies down, Lolls his limp Tongue, yawns, Rests his long chin Carefully between Front paws; Looks up, alert; Chops, with heavy Jaws, at a slow fly, Blinks, rolls On his side, Sighs, closes His eyes: sleeps All afternoon In his loose skin. This poem is one of the seven poems central to Sharon Creech's Love That Dog, a novel written in verse. "dog" can be found

Fog The fog comes in on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. -Carl Sandburg (photo found at five non blondes)

The Red Wheelbarrow so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens -William Carlos Williams This image was part of the Free Verse competition held by the Academy of American Poets last year. Here are the details:  Free Verse Project Inspired by the 2009 National Poetry

POEM IN YOUR POCKET DAY IS TODAY! (print, clip,pocket and share!)   Keep A Poem in Your Pocket  by Beatrice Schenk de Regniers Keep a poem in your pocket And a picture in your head And you'll never feel lonely At night when you're in bed. The little poem will sing to you  A dozen dreams to dance to you At night when you're in bed. So-- Keep a picture in your pocket

The Flatiron Building in NCY, home to publisher MacMillan and their many imprints! Skyscrapers Do skyscrapers ever grow tired       Of holding themselves up high?        Do they ever shiver on frosty nights     With their tops against the sky? Do they feel lonely sometimes,         Because they have grown so tall?              Do they ever wish they could just lie down And never

POEM IN YOUR POCKET DAY is APRIL 24, 2014! Visit poets.org for printable, pocket sized poems and other fantastic poetry related items or click here! I fell in love with Poem in you Pocket: 200 Poems to Read and Carry, published in conjunction with The Academy of American Poets and selected by Elaine Bleakney, last April. Maybe this year I will be able to bring myself to

The Armadillo The armadillo As a pillow Would really be swell Except For the fact That it comes in a shell. -Douglas Florian

Fog The fog comes in on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. -Carl Sandburg (photo found at five non blondes)

Watermelons Green Buddhas On the fruit stand We eat the smile  And spit out the teeth. Charles Simic Painting by Justin Clayton at Daily Paintings Included in the book: Poem in Your Pocket for Young Poets: 100 Poems to Rip Out and Read,