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Welcome to Rainy Day Poems' Poetry Journal! Every week we'll post a new poem for discussion. Like people, poetry has many perspectives, so write about whatever the poem makes you feel. 

First thing to do when trying to read and understand poetry is to read it once or twice to yourself and then read it out loud.

Now let's try to think further about the poem.


Here are some questions you can use to get started

  • What does the title tell you about the poem; does it relate to the poem itself?
  • What is the poem about? Does it seem to have more than one meaning? For example the poem Blizzard by William Carlos Williams seems to be using weather to talk about aging in life (at least it does to me :).

  • What is going on in the poem? Who is talking and to whom?
  • Can you tell what the author's attitude is in the poem? Do they seem like they're writing from a funny, witty, serious, distant, sad or happy view point? For example the poem The Boy and His Stomach, the author seems to have a funny and witty view point.
  • Or you can just write about the first thing that pops into your head when you read the poem below. :)

Recent Entries

  • "Hope" is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson "Hope" is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson"Hope" is the thing with feathers—That perches in the soul—And sings the tune without the words—And never stops ...
    Posted Sep 7, 2015, 10:45 AM by H. Lore
  • The Fairies by William Allingham The FairiesBy William AllinghamUp the airy mountain,Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-huntingFor fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all ...
    Posted Sep 7, 2015, 1:59 PM by H. Lore
  • My Cat is Fat I've a cat named Vesters, And he eats all day. He always lays around, And never wants to play. Not even with a squeaky toy, Nor anything that moves ...
    Posted May 18, 2015, 7:07 PM by H. Lore
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Poetry Journal, Sami and Thomas writing with Petey and Vesters in the background.

"Hope" is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson

posted Sep 7, 2015, 9:59 AM by H. Lore   [ updated Sep 7, 2015, 10:45 AM ]

"Hope" is the thing with feathers 
by Emily Dickinson

"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
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If you're like me and have a difficult time writing poetry then a great activity to get the creative juices flowing is doing an echo or an 'ode to' poem where you take a poem by another poet and mirror it in some way with your own words. You can focus on subject, rhyme scheme, syllable beat, rhythm, structure, etc...

Poetry discussion of the poem: Hope is t



The Fairies by William Allingham

posted May 24, 2015, 10:16 AM by H. Lore   [ updated Sep 7, 2015, 1:59 PM ]

The Fairies
By William Allingham

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen, 
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men; 
Wee folk, good folk, 
Trooping all together; 
Green jacket, red cap, 
And white owl's feather! 
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home, 
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam; 
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain lake, 
With frogs for their watch-dogs, 
All night awake.

High on the hill-top
The old King sits; 
He is now so old and gray
He's nigh lost his wits. 
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses, 
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses
; Or going up with music
On cold starry nights, 
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.

They stole little Bridget
For seven years long; 
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone. 
They took her lightly back, 
Between the night and morrow, 
They thought that she was fast asleep, 
But she was dead with sorrow. 
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake, 
On a bed of flag-leaves, 
Watching till she wake.

By the craggy hill-side, 
Through the mosses bare, 
They have planted thorn-trees
For pleasure here and there. 
Is any man so daring
As dig them up in spite, 
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.

Up the airy mountain, 
Down the rushy glen, 
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men; 
Wee folk, good folk, 
Trooping all together; 
Green jacket, red cap,

And white owl's feather!


Poetry discussion of the poem: The Fairi


My Cat is Fat

posted Apr 2, 2015, 8:40 PM by H. Lore   [ updated May 18, 2015, 7:07 PM ]

Kids Poem - My Cat is Fat by James McDonald

I've a cat named Vesters,
And he eats all day.
He always lays around,
And never wants to play.

Not even with a squeaky toy,
Nor anything that moves.
When I have him exercise,
He always disapproves.

So we've put him on a diet,
But now he yells all day.
And even though he's thinner,
He still won't come and play.



Tell us what you think about the poem.





Discussion of the poem My Cat Is Fat



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