The Academy of American Poets began National Poetry Month in April 1996. In honor of the 25th anniversary, I have decided to share some poetry with you.
In 1994 my poem "Broken Hearted Again" was published in Echoes of Yesterday. On the same page was another poem that I fell in love with, I am sharing it with you now:
"Little Ducky Duttle"
Little Ducky Duttle, went wading in a puddle,
Went wading in a puddle quite small.
Says he, "It doesn't matter, how much I splash and splatter,
Cause I'm just a ducky after all."
~Patricia A. Gaylord
Here are a few from me celebrating National Poetry Month last year:
The sun came out today
The son came out today
The sun came out today
The world was right
Ships slip silently to shore
Trains tip intensely towards town
Cars creep, chauffeurs in comatose
Planes' pilots pause
Travel takes a timeout
Acting Accomplishing Achieving
Acting Accomplishing Achieving Again
You're my puddle jumper -
SPLISH SPLASH SPLISH
You're a cookie thief -
CRUNCH CHEW CRUNCH
You're a destroyer of rooms -
BAND CRASH BANG
You're my best belly laugh -
HAHA HEE HEE HA HA
You're my heart -
SMILE BEAM SMILE
You're my child.
We are the ones that can make all the changes
We are the ones that dare.
We are the ones that cry in our pillows at night.
We are the ones that care
We are the ones that smile when you meet us
We are the ones in pain
We are the ones that lift others up
Struggling just to sustain
We are the ones that will pull through
Not without trials and doubts and concern
We are the ones that others can't see
The hardships we hide but endure
Come, little doggie,
Come, little doggie, let's go play!
Come, little kittie,
Come, little kittie, let's go play!
Come, little children,
Come, little children, let's go play!
Big or small
Short or tall
Come, everyone, let's go play!
"PLEASE," said the trees with all their might.
"PLEASE," said the birds, "do what is right."
"PLEASE," said the oceans, seas, and sky.
"Please," said the Earth, "I'm going to die!"
Some heard the call and tried, doing their best
Others could not be bothered; they would protest.
Rethinking the way they were living their life.
Caused heartache and pain and nothing but strife.
"You want us to what? Change the things we do?
You're simply not open to our point-of-view.
Change is too hard, and we like all our things.
We love driving and the convenience our lifestyle brings."
The Earth just sighed and wilted away.
The birds, the oceans, the did the same.
Suddenly everything was beyond any repair.
The people looked on with nothing but despair.
If things do not change, and I'm talking to you,
There'll be nothing to save, and we'll all be through.
I hope you enjoyed the poems. I would love for you to share either your favorite poem or one of your own in the comments.
Love Lots; Smile Often,