The #Poemaday Grand Finale: All Your Favorite Poems & Limericks

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Wow, what a month! I have loved this month of exploring poetry: to all who read, shared, and sent me poems to enjoy: thank you for taking up this challenge and enjoying it with me. I feel like I got a free pass into the inner circle of the Poetry Lovers Club, and the company is sweet.

Also, a huge shout out and thank you to Corrie Haffly, who added so much beauty and depth to this poetry project with her illustration for each day (and sometimes, like on the day after the Paris attacks, she did a new sketch within an hour!) Today’s illustration is a tribute to her husband’s favorite poem. Follow her on instagram or twitter for more sketches…

To close out this month, here are two fabulous things:

1) a chance for YOU to share a poem you love (whether it’s something you read or wrote yourself!) – find the poem online and leave the link in the linkup tool below. I can’t wait to read your suggestions!, and…

2) just because I always loved limericks, here are some famous poems rewritten as limericks:

The Raven

There once was a girl named Lenore
And a bird and a bust and a door
And a guy with depression
And a whole lot of questions
And the bird always says “Nevermore.”

Footprints in the Sand

There was a man who, at low tide
Would walk with the Lord by his side
Jesus said “Now look back;
You’ll see one set of tracks.
That’s when you got a piggy-back ride.”

Response to ‘This Is Just To Say

This note on the fridge is to say
That those ripe plums that you put away
Well, I ate them last night
They tasted all right
Plus I slept with your sister. M’kay?
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening

There once was a horse-riding chap
Who took a trip in a cold snap
He stopped in the snow
But he soon had to go:
He was miles away from a nap.

I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud

There once was a poet named Will
Who tramped his way over a hill
And was speechless for hours
Over some stupid flowers
This was years before TV, but still.

Limericks from the Poetry Collection, illustration by Corrie Haffly.

And now…. drumroll… over to you! Please share a poem you love here! I promise to read every one 🙂

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5 thoughts on “The #Poemaday Grand Finale: All Your Favorite Poems & Limericks

  1. I am DYING WITH LAUGHTER over the last line of the “This is Just to Say” limerick!

    And thank you for inviting me on this journey. Reading some of these poems as an adult has deepened them so much more for me, and discovering new-to-me poetry — and being forced to actually READ them and think about how to illustrate them — has made for a truly delightful month!

  2. Yes, those limericks are awesome!!!! 😀 I’ve so enjoyed this blog series: the lovely poems and the beautiful illustrations. I think the final one (Owl & Pussycat) is my favourite picture.

    I’m going to put a link to one of my own poems (with accompanying photos by Adriana of Classical Quest) in the linkup above. I also want to share my favourite poem written by someone else: “Family Portrait” by Christopher de Vinck. This poem appears at the front of his beautiful book The Power of the Powerless, in which he talks about the lessons learned from living with his handicapped brother. I read this book and the poem long before I had special needs kids myself. I love it.

    Family Portrait
    by Christopher de Vinck

    I am no father to a single child
    Nor husband to my wife alone,
    Nor she mother to her children
    Made in curious hours spent
    Upon a hidden creation.

    No, we are not single in our living,
    But part of this ritual dance,
    Hand in hand, this family.

    We embrace beyond the neighborhood
    Of ourselves and reach out
    To a peculiar root hold.

    We can decide to make choices.
    What man is born without a voice?
    “Love is stronger than death,”
    So the wise men say.

    Let us choose to discuss the
    Secret yearnings in our single house
    Built for our singing, this earth
    To walk upon with stars to keep
    Above our heads.

    From door to door, from season
    To season, we are the family of hope
    Relatives to a greater heritage.

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