Category: American
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The Negro Speaks of Rivers
“My soul has grown deep like the rivers.” Written when he was just 17, this Langston Hughes classic traces Black history from the Euphrates to the Mississippi.
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Book Release: Stuff I Wrote from My Heart
by Teyuna Darris Exciting News: My First Poetry Chapbook is Now Available on Amazon! 🎉 Dear Good Poetry Community, I am so happy and grateful to share some exciting news with you, today I self-published my poetry chapbook, entitled, “Stuff I Wrote from My Heart— Part One: The Ingenue. This collection is now available on…
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“My Poetical Side”
by Teyuna Darris This poem is on page 6 of my upcoming poetry chapbook, entitled, “Stuff I Wrote from My Heart” under the penname (or pseudonym) Margalo Meeks. I wrote this poem when I was circa 15 or 16 years old. The following is a link to a reel of my narration of my poem:…
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“I Hear America Singing”
by Walt Whitman I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,The boatman singing what belongs to him in…
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An Appeal to Women
“We are thy sisters, Oh, woman, woman in thy brightest hour Of conscious worth, of pride, of conscious power”
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“The Slave’s Complaint”
“Am I sadly cast aside, On misfortune’s rugged tide? Will the world my pains deride Forever?”
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Verse Written in the Album of Mademoiselle–
The evening star that in the vaulted skies Sweetly sparkles, gently flashes,
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from “The Octoroon” by Alberry Alston Whitman (1851 – 1901)
“…What man is there who would not dare defend A life like this? Is doing so a sin?”
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Songs for the People
by Ellen Watkins Harper Let me make the songs for the people, Songs for the old and young;Songs to stir like a battle-cry Wherever they are sung.Not for the clashing of sabres, For carnage nor for strife;But songs to thrill the hearts of men With more abundant life.Let me make the songs for the weary,…
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“Beehive”
“Silver bees intently buzzing, Silver honey dripping from the swarm of bees Earth is a waxen cell of the world comb,”— from “Beehive” by Jean Toomer