Is poetry in danger of dying out? Not a chance. Poetry has stood the test of time, and remains one of the most powerful, evocative forms of communication. But take one look at the grade 10 English class starting their poetry unit…and you might have doubts of your own. How can we get teens excited about poems?
43 Short Poems to Sneak More Poetry Into Your Life
29 Inspirational Poems by Teens
B asically this poem describes how I see "adults" viewing teens. It seems that no matter what it is that a teen does, it is rude, selfish, and wrong. I hate to be seen like that. You deserve a medal or something. It made me feel like I need to work on my poems more, and i have won money, and prizes off of my poems.
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Masterpiece Generator refers to a set of text generator tools created by Aardgo. The tools are designed to be cool and entertain, but also help aspiring writers create a range of different media, including plots, lyrics for songs, poems, letters and names. Some generated content parodies existing styles and artists, whilst others are based on original structures. Our first generator, Song Lyrics Generator was launched in as a student magazine project. After it proved popular, we expanded to include plots, and the project grew from there.
February is Black History Month, and to celebrate the contributions black poets have made, and continue to make, to the richness of American poetry, we asked twelve contemporary black poets from across the country to choose one poem that should be read this month and to tell us a bit about why. Them lounging streetcornerwise in our consciousness under some flickered neon of mannish-boy dream. Someplace where the rhyme is always as good as the reason, anyplace where the cost of gin is precious enough to thin but solemn enough to pour on the sidewalk for the departed, anyplace where the schools are overcrowded and underfunded and black and brown enough to not really miss the Seven, who were underperforming on the standardized tests and had been diagnosed as ADD or BDD status anyway. Anyplace where sin gets hymned out—straitlaced into storefront chapels on Sunday mornings—but sewn back into Saturday night doo-wopped breakbeats, finger-snapped shuffles of promise.