Seleção de poemas para exposição na biblioteca e leitura em sala de aula (ensino secundário).

1. 1
English Is Everywhere
English language is known world wide
From all languages that were collide
English is known everywhere
It is great to use it anywhere
Upholding English to everyone
Speaking in English is very fun
Don't be shy and show your greatness
Use it when showing competitiveness
Speaking in English is as good as gold
The language of English we need to uphold
It's very fun when you come to think of it
When you're with your friends who also love it
When you go to any country
This is the language of everybody
Being expressed in different place
Different accents on different place
The English language is my proficiency
Never be shy and express it freely
Just be confident and you'll be okay
Uphold English Proficiency and have a great day
GENEEN MEYERS

2. 2
Words for it.
I wish I could take language
And fold it like cool, moist rags.
I would lay words on your forehead.
I would wrap words on your wrists.
“There, there,” my words would say –
Or something better.
I would ask them to murmur,
“Hush” and “Shh, shhh, it`s all right.”
I would ask them to hold you all night.
I wish I could take language
And daub and soothe and cool
Where fever blisters and burns,
Where fever turns yourself against you.
I wish I could take language
And heal the words that were the wounds
You have no names for.
JULIA CAMERON
The way is like language
The Way is like language. The more you use it,
the more it responds, becomes resilient, pliable,
lithe, liquid, smooth, supple, available, eager.
Go ahead, do anything you want to it. You can’t
hurt it. It is far more powerful than you are.
It’s there to serve and dominate you all at once.
Surrender to it and it will be your servant.
It is your tool, your toy, your master.
DAVID BUDBILL

3. 3
Languages
There are no handles upon a language
Whereby men take hold of it
And mark it with signs for its remembrance.
It is a river, this language,
Once in a thousand years
Breaking a new course
Changing its way to the ocean.
It is mountain effluvia
Moving to valleys
And from nation to nation
Crossing borders and mixing.
Languages die like rivers.
Words wrapped round your tongue today
And broken to shape of thought
Between your teeth and lips speaking
Now and today
Shall be faded hieroglyphics
Ten thousand years from now.
Sing—and singing—remember
Your song dies and changes
And is not here to-morrow
Any more than the wind
Blowing ten thousand years.
CARL SANDBURG

4. 4
Word
I’m going to crumple this word,
I`m going to twist it,
yes,
it`s too smooth,
it`s as though a big dog or
a big river had been licking it
over and over with tongue or water
for many years.
I want the word
to reveal the roughness,
the ferruginous salt,
the toothless strength of the earth,
the blood of those who talked
and of those who did not talk.
I want to see the thirst
inside the syllables,
I want to touch the fire in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness
of the scream. I want
rough words,
like virgin rocks.
PABLO NERUDA.

5. 5
Our Strange Lingo
When the English tongue we speak.
Why is break not rhymed with freak?
Will you tell me why it's true
We say sew but likewise few?
And the maker of the verse,
Cannot rhyme his horse with worse?
Beard is not the same as heard
Cord is different from word.
Cow is cow but low is low
Shoe is never rhymed with foe.
Think of hose, dose, and lose
And think of goose and yet with choose
Think of comb, tomb and bomb,
Doll and roll or home and some.
Since pay is rhymed with say
Why not paid with said I pray?
Think of blood, food and good.
Mould is not pronounced like could.
Wherefore done, but gone and lone
- Is there any reason known?
To sum up all, it seems to me
Sound and letters don't agree.
LORD CROMER

6. 6
I take it you already know
I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you,
On hiccough, thorough, lough and through?
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps?
Beware of heard, a dreadful word
That looks like beard and sounds like bird,
And dead: it's said like bed, not bead
- For goodness sake don't call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat
(They rhyme with suite and straight and debt).
A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother,
And here is not a match for there
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear,
And then there's dose and rose and lose
- Just look them up
- and goose and choose,
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword,
And do and go and thwart and cart
- Come, come, I've hardly made a start!
A dreadful language? Man alive!
I'd mastered it when I was five!
RICHARD KROGH
Forgotten Language
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
SHEL SILVERSTEIN

7. 7
The poem
There sleeps a poem in my mind
That shall my entire soul express.
I feel it vague as sound and wind
Yet sculptured in full definiteness...
It has no stanza, verse or word,
Even as I dream it, it is not.
'Tis a mere feeling of it, blurred,
And but a happy mist round thought.
Day and night in my mystery
I dream and read and spell it over,
And ever round words' brink in me
Its vague completeness seems to hover.
I know it never shall be writ.
I know I know not what it is,
But I am happy dreaming it,
And false bliss, although false, is bliss.
FERNANDO PESSOA

8. 8
Different Languages
On the factory floor
Two ethnic women speak
In their native tongue
A language that flows beautifully
Their tongues roll
And the impact of a d or a t can be felt
Amongst all their chatter
The women laugh
That’s when others start to look
The sound of the language
May not be to everyone’s delight
No one cares what they say
Then all of a sudden......
LAUGHTER
And everyone starts to look with fright
What are they laughing at?
Is it me is it her is it him
Looking around
What did I do wrong?
Did I forget something?
Is it my zipper?
The women continue to chat
And laugh
The laughter now becoming too much
For the annoyed man
Of only one language
He goes to the boss
And files a complaint
Please boss tell those women over
there
That it is not right to speak in their
tongue
The boss agrees
And we are all back to uncultured
boredom
As the sound of the
Lovely t and d end
So reigns the simple sounds of
A language that doesn’t flow
And the machines
That continue to sew.
JAMES DYLAN

9. 9
Language Barriers
Such a boundary is spoken language,
Seemingly unbreakable and burdensome.
I watch you as you speak,
Such a foreign language to me.
I sit in contemplative struggles,
Lost in idyllic pondering.
Is there not a universal language;
One of pure emotion and heart felt rhythm?
Could our hearts ever communicate
Beyond the spoken syllables of language?
Is there a chance you could understand
Without my audible phrases?
It seems such a slight of Destiny
that such a little thing as a word
Should keep two affirming hearts
From beating in a gran symphony.
A hundred things I wish
I could tell you of my heart
If only I spoke your language.
Una día te los deseará a mis emociones.
ROBERT L. BIXLER III