By Francisco X. Alarcón
oversized
passportsthat let us
travelanywhere
anytimeand keep on
dreaming
passportsthat let us
travelanywhere
anytimeand keep on
dreaming
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- By Monica GunningI pass between lions
guarding what's inside:
bound gems to open,
endless words that sparkle.
I read till… - By Joshua SeigalI don’t like similes.Every time I try to think of onemy brain feels like a vast, empty desert;my eyes…
- By Linda Sue ParkFor someone to read a poem
again, and again, and then,
having lifted it from page
to brain—the easy… - By April Halprin WaylandMy sister found them. Read them out loud. She’s so proud, she’s running to our parents waving my poems…
- By Nikki GrimesI am hardly ever able
to sort through my memories
and come away whole
or untroubled.
It is difficult… - By Nikki GrimesI am a door of metaphor
waiting to be opened.
You’ll find no lock, no key.
All are free to enter, at… - By Joyce Sidman“That kid is weird,” says
the teacher, flipping her shining hair.
“I don’t know where he’s at.”
Indeed… - By Chera HammonsApart, we are two quiet things:
a person and an instrument.
I in my body,
the clarinet in its case.
… - By Naomi Shihab Nye1
Standing outside
staring at a tree
gentles our eyes
We cheer
to see fireflies
winking again
Where… - By Nikki GrimesI come home,
feet about to bleed
from angry stomping.
“Boy!” says Mom.
“Quit making all that racket.… - By Margarita EngleBooks are door-shaped
portals
carrying me
across oceans
and centuries,
helping me feel
less alone.
… - By Margarita EngleOn an island of music
in a city of drumbeats
the drum dream girl
dreamed
of pounding tall conga drums… - By Margarita EngleCity life is a whirl of poetry readings
and forbidden tertulias, gatherings
where young and old, rich… - By Karen Jo ShapiroIf you can't wait to pick a book right now
And read it through until the very end
To find out who did… - By Francisco X. Alarcónwords
are birds
that arrive
with books
and spring
they
love
clouds
the wind
and trees
some words
are… - By Jen BryantI take my kaleidoscope off the shelf,
look through the little hole at the end
of the cardboard tube;… - By Ezra PoundThe apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough. - By Carole Boston WeatherfordCarole Robertston,
Who loved books, earned straight A's,
And took dance lessons every Saturday.
Who … - By J. Patrick LewisI came hungry
into the world,
and for that,
look no further
than my Pa.
A history buff
and a small-p…