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The Poetry Data Project - How to Help

14 creative poetry writing ideas for kids to write poems!

Poetry writing for kids: 14 Ideas - What Do We Do All Day?

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Words that describe someone's voice...

Writing Aid - words that describe someone's voice

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Ballymaloe International Poetry Prize 2014

€10,000 Ballymaloe International Poetry Prize: Entries Now Open

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In the streets, T.S. Eliot, "East Coker"

The Hal Prize

The Hal Prize Judges

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Yeats

"Using words to describe things that can't be described by words..." - Marcus Herron

comic version of The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

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Walt Whitman, 1887 - beautiful colorization of photo

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost

Hay by Ted Hughes, via YouTube.

Hay by Ted Hughes

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Ted Hughes - Pike (from Lupercal, 1960), via YouTube.

Chazen - Bridge Poetry series

Alternate Take: Levon Helm by Tracy K. Smith ..... You know how, shoulders hiked nice and high, chin tipped back, So the song has to climb its way out like a man from a mine. Read more www.newyorker.com...

Coming - Phillip Larkin On longer evenings, Light, chill and yellow, Bathes the serene Foreheads of houses. A thrush sings, Laurel-surrounded In the deep bare garden, Its fresh-peeled voice Astonishing the brickwork. It will be spring soon, It will be spring soon — And I, whose childhood Is a forgotten boredom, Feel like a child Who comes on a scene Of adult reconciling, And can understand nothing But the unusual laughter, And starts to be happy.

The Mower By Philip Larkin The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it did not. The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind While there is still time.

Jim Harrison read this poem of his on the Montana episode of Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations .

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The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. Carl Sandburg

Tomas Transtromer -

Tomas Tranströmer

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April 26th - Poem in Your Pocket Day - another fun thing you could do, Amy Yam

Phillip Levine - 2012 National Poetry Month poster - Amy Yam, you should order one for your library pronto - they're free!

A Ritual to Read to Each Other William Stafford

A Ritual to Read to Each Other William Stafford

Because I could not stop for Death... Emily Dickinson mural at West Cemetery, Amherst