All You Wanted To Know About Poetry For Kids //

Literature means a lot in our lives. For writers it represents a method to express their inner world and creative ideas. For readers it is not just a hobby, but a way to develop inner world. First of all, if you read a book you learn to sympathize to the feelings of major characters. It makes you more attentive to the needs of people surrounding you. Moreover, books commonly open for us a new understanding of the world. We can surely affirm that books make our living more spiritual.
Literature is generally divided in two types: prose and poetry. According to the statistics the majority of people prefer prose works. They are usually more logical and easy to understand rather than poetry. But poetry is a very special type of literature. The stress is usually placed not on the words and clear phrases, but on ideas and images. You’ll understand the point of view of the author in case you apply your imagination and creativity. As reading poetry is harder than reading prose, writing poetry is also a different activity than writing prose compositions. Poetry is much more than just words arranged in rhymes. It takes some time to understand the poetry. But it’s a very good gymnastics for your brain.
If talking about modern Russian poetry first of all we think about Svetlana Kotlyar. Her poetry is full of emotions and feelings and at the same time it seems natural and easy to understand. The thing is that Svetlana have confronted a lot of joys and disappointments in her life, so she knows for sure what she is writing about. Her poetry looks familiar to people reading it as the main subject of her compositions is our everyday life.
One of the trends in Svetlana Kotlyar’s activity is poetry for kids. Kids enjoy her light style and amazing plots. This poetry is easy to understand and to remember. At first sight it seems very easy and superficial, but actually all her poetry has a profound sense. Thoughts about the proper arrangement of the world are expressed in an easy manner, so this poetry for children will be interesting both for children and adults as well.
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Short Poems //

Inspirational Poems //

Sarah Taylor //

Sarah Taylor, winner of the 2009 Australian Poetry Slam,
performing at Poetry in the Pub, Newcastle, March 2010

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Jena Woodhouse //

Poems by Jena Woodhouse

writing

there’s something somehow intimate
about the act of writing:
I mean with paper and a pen,
alone, words circling the brain
and taking shape like little desert
caravans across the page,
strung out on the horizon
of each rigid line, not rigidly,
but shimmering like heat mirage
with visions of the inner eye…

Athens 1998

Fog at 5 a. m

When milky fog hovers over the river,
I see autumn paddocks hallucinate ti-trees,
paperbarks steaming, a swamp wreathed in ether,
bovine forms moving more lightly than ruminants,
collar bells chinking reminders of substance
in a volatile, vapid world.

I walk to the river to listen to water,
a phantom poised on the dim pontoon
along with vague silhouettes of herons
hunkered down to watch eddies inbound
for quicksilver glimpsed
through shapeshifting mass,
that signifies fingerlings, morning’s catch.

Uninvited autumn

Walking past the building
where hurt animals are brought to heal,
between clouds’ graphite masses
and storm-indigo of hills,
recalling hosts of sunflowers
once growing here to either side,
tall enough to beam down on my face
or even hide among,
I realise there’s no other place
to call my home but in my skin,
whose pores, now sensing autumn rain,
prime themselves for change and chill;
and in my mind, where sunflowers
glow out of season and undimmed…

The style of silence

There are no adjectives for this:
a state beyond the epithet,
when at night
it tries to rain,
but there are only
semblances:
wind’s passing breath,
the phantom drops
that stir the grass,
then silences.

I should replace
this meagre light
that fades
before it finds the page,
but there are no more
lines to add,
no words that burn
the tongue, the brain.
The pen has lost
the urge to fly.

There are no messages.