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On Being Brought from Africa to America
“Some view our sable race with scornful eye, “Their colour is a diabolic die.” Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain, May be refin’d, and join th’ angelic train.” — from “On being brought from AFRICA to AMERICA.” by Phillis Wheatley
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“Lift Every Voice and Sing”
“God of our weary years, God of our silent tears, Thou who has brought us thus far on the way; Thou who has by Thy might Led us into the light,” — excerpt from “Lift Every Voice and Sing” by James Weldon Johnson
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On Quitting
How much grit do you think you’ve got? Can you turn from joys that you like a lot? Have you ever tested yourself to know How far with yourself your will can go? If you want to know if you have grit, Just pick out a joy that you like, and quit.
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“A Jelly Fish”
The blue Surrounding it Grows cloudy, and It floats away From you.
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Happy New Year
We’re taking this time to wish you, and everyone you know, a Happy New Year in 2022!
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“And When My Sorrow was Born” by Khalil Gibran (1883 – 1931)
And every day for seven moons I proclaimed my Joy from the house-top—and yet no one heeded me. And my Joy and I were alone, unsought and unvisited.
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We’re Back!
As promised, GoodPoetry was on hiatus until May 2019— and… we’re back! The break was refreshing, and we have new content to share. Question— are there any poems which you’d like to see featured on GoodPoetry? GoodPoetry is more than a website. You can listen to poetry at Stitcher, Apple Podcasts, iTunes, Google Podcasts, and…
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“Tuskegee” by Leslie Pinckney Hill (1880 – 1960)
Here’s an #excerpt from a #poem, entitled, “Tuskegee” by Leslie Pinckney Hilly: “Not many steps ahead, but this we know— If all our toilsome building is in vain, Availing not to set our manhood free, If envious hate roots out the seed we sow…,”
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“The Dreamer” by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872 – 1906)
Temples he built and palaces of air,And, with the artist’s parent-pride aglow,His fancy saw his vague ideals growInto creations marvelously fair;He set his foot upon Fame’s nether stair.But ah, his dream,—it had entranced him soHe could not move. He could no farther go;But paused in joy that he was even there!He did not wake until…
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“If—” by Rudyard Kipling
“If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss…;”
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