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 Brandi Bird 19 I triage the landscape. The prairies are numb today and so am I. I am too thin. Built like I won't explode on hot afternoons, a mirror to the sky. My body is a hurt where tall grasses grow, where CA Conrad from Sharking of the Birdcage ["the spirit of"] the spirit of your flowers is my favourite shelter Elizabeth Barrett Browning Grief I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Rosanna Deerchild the second time i ask mama about residential school she says no i ask her again she says no the third time i stop listen to her silence Noelle Kocot Paying Attention He is not doing well. She is not Roo Borson From Summer Grass The willows are thinking again about thickness, slowness, lizard skin on hot rock, and day by day this imaging transforms them Robert Frost After Apple Picking My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill John Donne A Hymn to God the Father Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before? Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run, Anne Michaels From Correspondences Sometimes we are led through the doorway by a child, sometimes by a stranger, always a matter of grace changing Adonis Ali Ahmad Said Esber The Wound I. Leaves, asleep under wind: a ship for the wound. The wound glories in these ruinous times. Trees growing in our own eyelashes a lake for the wound. The wound shows up in bridges Randy Lundy The Cactus You sit in the forgotten bone-dry hills surrounded by sand and sagebrush above Buffalo Pound Lake. A day and a night, and then three more days and nights. Jen Sookfong Lee Community Garden There, the bolting black kale, taller than it has any right to be and not the twitter troll who asked if you were on your period. In the corner, a pile of dead zucchini leaves, spotted with rot Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Princess: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font. Suzanne Buffam The New Experience I was ready for a new experience. All the old ones had burned out. They lay in little ashy heaps along the roadside 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 Deanna Young Holy Ghost We had no paper then, or we had no pen, or no words. How to say it. We had no voice. No listeners. Just deaf night Tommy Pico You can’t be an NDN person in today’s world You can't be an NDN person in today's world and write a nature poem. I swore to myself I would never write a nature poem. Let's be clear, I hate nature — hate its guts Meghan Kemp-Gee A Newly Discovered Species of Lizard with Distinctive Triangular Scales I am Charles Darwin. I eat owlflesh at Cambridge University. I have discovered something, an entirely new species with tropical fever in its reptile fingers. I am busy with taxonomying its most peculiar and three-sided Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea The Tree Fair tree! for thy delightful shade ’Tis just that some return be made; Sure some return is due from me Nancy Jo Cullen a good day it was very sad the day we heard that dad would die but it was also fun because all my friends came over and we went driving in the blue Toyota that kelly’s sister terry drove and i was the center of attention e.e. cummings anyone lived in a pretty how town anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter Armand Garnet Ruffo Filament Always that spectral fragment. Filament of line cast back there. Where open-mouthed fish rise to gulp down shiny lures. I sang once in an auditorium to almost empty rows. bill bissett dont worry yr hair dont worry yr eyes dont worry yr brain man th snow is… Ward Maxwell grass grass is unusual it was invented by the Romans unlike most people grass stays where it grows if grass had gone to the moon it would be there today because grass looks luxurious Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea Adam Posed Could our first father, at his toilsome plow, Thorns in his path, and labor on his brow, Clothed only in a rude, unpolished skin, William Blake The Tyger Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Jaclyn Desforges #BLESSED Sunbeams aren’t something I notice. Mostly it’s my own breasts, bobbing with effort like I’m a man writing the story of a woman and the way her nipples strain politely Raymond Knister Boy Remembers in the Field What if the sun comes out And the new furrows do not look smeared? This is April, and the sumach candles Emily Brontë Ah! Why, Because the Dazzling Sun Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored my earth to joy Have you departed, every one, Philip Larkin This Be The Verse They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. Leah Horlick For You Shall Be Called to Account The ancestors of everyone I’ve let into my body are gathered in a small room with one window, no lights. Yes, the room is crowded. Yes, there are no chairs. Yes, they are talking. Why are we Adam Dickinson Hail Hello from inside the albatross with a windproof lighter John Elizabeth Stintzi America (I’m Putting My Queer Shoulder to the Wheel) The night America took off her mask we slept together poorly. I'd woken up early that Tuesday, dragged myself to a gymnasium in Jersey City to cast my vote into the void. Robert Creeley Self-Portrait He wants to be a brutal old man, an aggressive old man, Megan Fennya Jones Visit from Mother You sleep on the floor in my room in the modelling apartment I share with eight other girls You open the fridge to see what we’re eating Butter Spray, Diet Coke, Jell-O Do you think we’re clichés Jonathan Swift A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General His Grace! impossible! what dead! Of old age too, and in his bed! And could that mighty warrior fall? Dante Gabriel Rossetti Insomnia Thin are the night-skirts left behind By daybreak hours that onward creep, And thin, alas! the shred of sleep Aref Qazvini Tulips Bloom from Youths’ Blood I. It’s the season of wine, meadows, and Rose The court of spring is cleared of choughs and crows Generous clouds now water Rey[1] more freely than Khotan[2] Gerard Manley Hopkins As Kingfishers Catch Fire As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s Ellen van Neerven Call a Spade a Spade a heart a heart a diamond a diamond a club a club call it invasion not settlement call it genocide not colonization call it theft not establishment don't call January 26 Australia Day Language English