"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.
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...
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