Search Categories - Any -25 Lines or FewerCanadaPre 21st Century21st Century Grade levels - Any -Grades 7-9 / Sec. 1-3Grades 10-12 / Sec. 4 & 5 / CEGEP 1 Sort by RandomNewestMost popularA -> ZZ -> A Apply Margaret Atwood Death of a Young Son by Drowning He, who navigated with success the dangerous river of his own birth once more set forth Lucia Misch The Problem With Being a Box Too Small for Its Contents Love, you ask too many questions. Let’s agree: we are whole —John Thompson, “Ghazal II” I take apart the watch Alexander Pope Ode on Solitude Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, Edgar Allan Poe A Dream Within a Dream Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — Lucille Clifton won't you celebrate with me won’t you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up Ashley Qilavaq-Savard Skins what a glory feeling it is to sit in the sun by the oceanside as tulugait and naujait sing circling above and scrape skins with centuries of arnait guiding my ulu Robert Frost The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood Earle Birney Vancouver Lights About me the night moonless wimples the mountains wraps ocean land air and mounting sucks at the… Michael Ondaatje Sweet Like a Crow For Hetti Corea, 8 years old ‘The Sinhalese are beyond a doubt one of the least musical … Kaveh Akbar River of Milk bear with me it wasn’t long ago I was brainless lazily pulling fireflies into my teeth chewing them into pure light so much of me then was nothing William Wordsworth The World Is Too Much With Us The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; — Little we see in Nature that is ours; Alfred, Lord Tennyson Crossing the Bar Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, Thomas Campion Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow, Though thou be black as night And she made all of light, Molly CROSS-BLANCHARD Dear Dolphin The shaman at Broadway and Main with a plastic shaker and some sage says you’re my power animal. Says we both have big brains, like to chatter. I don’t know anything about dolphins, except David Groulx On Seeing a Photograph of My Mother at St. Joseph Residential School for Girls A black and white picture The sun is shining through a window behind you Your hair black short Your small brown hands folded neatly on a tiny wooden desk Mary Robinson January, 1795 Pavement slipp’ry, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing; Titled gluttons dainties carving, Therese Estacion The ABG (Able-Bodied Gaze) Itwatches alwayswatches It walks behind me in the park and proceeds to walk slowly to get a good look It Wilfred Campbell How One Winter Came in the Lake Region For weeks and weeks the autumn world stood still, Clothed in the shadow of a smoky haze; The fields were dead, the wind had lost its will, Billy Collins Introduction to Poetry I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide Rita Joe I Lost My Talk I lost my talk The talk you took away. When I was a little girl At Shubenacadie school. You snatched it away: I speak like you I think like you I create like you John Keats La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, Rita Bouvier Sometimes I Find Myself Weeping at the Oddest Moment sometimes I find myself weeping at the oddest moment Jose Hernandez Diaz Pan Dulce My niece calls me from my brother-in-law’s phone While I’m getting ready to wash dishes. I pick up. She says she needs to talk to her grandfather. I tell her that her grandfather just went to sleep, Letitia Elizabeth Landon Revenge Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair, And gaze upon her smile; Seem as you drank the very air Percy Bysshe Shelley England in 1819 An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn, — mud from a muddy spring; Sennah Yee Internet Safety My dad taught me to never give out my real name, age, address, or photos. This seemed obvious to me. My fake birthday entry was always my crush's birthday plus a A. J. M. Smith The Lonely Land Cedar and jagged fir uplift sharp barbs against the gray Sarah Yi-Mei Tsiang Winter House My father threw his language overboard, a bag of kittens, waterlogged mewling: small hard bodies. My mother hung on to hers — Wove the words like lace, an open web Claudia Rankine from Citizen The rain this morning pours from the gutters and everywhere else it is lost in the trees. You need your glasses to single out what you know is there because Sherman Alexie The Powwow at the End of the World I am told by many of you that I must forgive and so I shall after an Indian woman puts her shoulder to the Grand Coulee Dam and… Suzanne Buffam Dream Jobs Random Link Clicker. Royal Bath Taker. Receiver of Foot Rubs and Praise. Margaret Fuller Flaxman We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone, Which spake in Greek simplicity of thought, And in the forms of gods and heroes wrought A. E. Housman To an Athlete Dying Young The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, Hana Shafi Bad Brown Girl i can barely speak in my mother tongues stutter my accent is bad i hate jalebi but i like aloo samosa i'm a bad brown girl i didn't join the SAA or the ISA Robert Frost Reluctance Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view Abigail Chabitnoy Family History Only the beginning is true. There was an island and an orphanage and a boy. There was a train and a country to cross. Jalal al-Din Rumi Great Intimacy It is like an exquisite spider web, this world, but I don't get trapped. I have ceased to tie the strings of one shoe to another in the morning, so now I don't trip over my wants. This leaves me Gwendolyn Brooks kitchenette building Mohja Kahf My Grandmother Washes Her Feet in the Sink of the Bathroom at Sears My grandmother puts her feet in the sink of the bathroom at Sears to wash them in the ritual washing for prayer, wudu, because she has to pray in the store or miss Lara Bozabalian The New School Do you remember, Nancy, when we sat in the Creole restaurant and glanced up at the television to see students running with their hands in the air and photographs of two young men? Language English