I have become a ridiculous basketcase and will finish this after exams. Hopefully.
I have become a ridiculous basketcase and will finish this after exams. Hopefully.
Weird-Bird by Shel Silverstein
I don’t think I can name one kid who didn’t grow up with “Where the Sidewalk Ends” and “Falling Up.” This is my childhood right here, and it’s cute as all hell.
A Girl by Ezra Pound
All this is folly to the world but haters gonna hate and there ain’t nothin you can do.
If by Rudyard Kipling
How do I love thee, Kipling? Let me count the ways… one, two, three, fifty-six, ninety-four, three-hundred-and-eleven. Three hundred and eleven ways.
Mushrooms by Sylvia Plath
I like mushrooms, yes I do,
Dry them, fry them, eat them in a stew.
I like mushrooms, yes I do,
I like mushrooms, you should too!
(her version is better than mine)
Death, Be Not Proud by John Donne
Less than three hours of sleep makes Laurel sound depressed and tired and weary, which I guess for this poem is fitting.
i carry your heart with me by ee cummings
I know this one, you know this one, we all know this one. Cameron Diaz does it way better than me in In Her Shoes though.
Coming by Heather McHugh
A poem about orgasm; bitches ain’t shit.
The Woman in this Poem by Bronwen Wallace
her husband will arrive
to kiss the back of her neck
while she th-th-thickens the gravy
Life is dripping through us all, drop by measured drop. WHY DO I ONLY LIKE DEPRESSING POEMS, I’M SENSING A TREND HERE.
