Aw, snap! We totally missed out on National Poetry Day yesterday! But that’s not going to stop us from celebrating today. Here’s a few stanzas to get your motor running and those creative juices flowing, hand-picked by us just for you.
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Phenomenal Woman – Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing of my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
When I Am An Old Woman – Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and a pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.
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and, for that endearingly awkward and embarrassing touch – something written by each of us:
Visitation – Jaka
Awkward at the station
Gawkers and drizzle to match
Hours late
KFC and a phonecall
Fuck the Greyhound bus
Striking silver, faded gold
So light and so heavy
A gift
An initial and a history
The oath before the promise
Skinteethsweatnailsbreathsteam
Darkness and fulfillment
Our love
Puzzle pieces and daybreak
Breaking the unbreakable
Driving in the city
Chatter and tunes blaring away
Singing loudly
Probably lost and bonding
A movie moment captured
Goodbyes in front of hobos
Hopeful talk and hugs
No tears
Stolen kisses and a wave
Counting down nine empty days
Scribbled in Haste – Birdie
all misfits -
transplants.
here because a wind blew,
and our tiny seed-bodies landed;
we took root
here, i will lift you up
on my shoulders,
and carry you through high waters;
mumbling under my breath,
how i love you.
though at times, i hardly know you,
you, there, girl,
and you and you…
i’ll still take you with me;
hand in hand,
on some adventure
i feel like fighting for.
i am enamored
of your beauty,
of your resolve,
of your likeness to myself,
and all i ever wanted myself to be.
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I’d love to see some of your own scribbles! Especially the ones you wrote in highschool when you were all angsty and knew everything. Those are totally the best. Happy belated National Poetry Day everyone! Keep your eyes peeled for the increasingly-popular Wholestyle Roundup later on today. It’s a doozy!
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