As you all know, I am a strong believer is listening and understanding what people say. I have already written a small e-book about quotations and today I would like you to think about poetry.

Poems are wonderful devices, they let us allow language to share our darkest secrets and our strongest emotions. I am not a very good poet, but I am always captivated by poems that I hear and read. It would be impossible to share all poems that I find inspirational with you, so I shall pick a random few. Please let me know your favourites too!

Wishing
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Do you wish the World were better?
Let me tell you what to do:

Set a watch upon your actions,
Keep them always straight and true.
Rid your mind of selfish motives,
Let your thoughts be clean and high.
You can make a little Eden
Of the sphere you occupy.

Do you wish the World were wiser?
Then suppose you make a start,

By accumulating wisdom
In the scrap book of your heart. 
Do not waste one page on folly;
Live to learn and learn to live.
If you want to give men knowledge
You must get it ere you give.

Do you wish the World were happy?
Then remember day by day,

Just to scatter seeds of kindness,
As you pass along the way.
For the pleasures of the many,
May be oft times traced to one.
As the hand that plants an acorn,
Shelters armies from the sun.

 The Lonely Spider
Andreanna Atkins 

 The lonely spider reaches out
For what, you might ask?
If not to spin his web then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity…

The lonely spider calls out
For what, you might ask?
If not for his mate then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity…

The lonely spider waits
For what, you might ask?
If not for his food then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity…

‘A spider doesn’t have feelings! ‘
How should you know?

‘A spider isn’t that smart! ‘
That could be true.

‘A spider can never have a real identity! ‘
And neither could you, or any of us
But we try to find one even if we’re not looking
And thats our life… after which we die

What have we done with our life up until then?
Either we’ve thrown it away, gave it up, wrecked it, lived it up to the fullest, took it for granted, or got far in it.
We still had one.
It’s up to us what we shall do with it
Just like the lonely spider
Who will probably just end up on the bottom of your shoe anyways

What do you think about poetry? Do you write any poems? What are your favourite poems, why are they your favourite? Please get this discussion going, I believe poetry very powerful.

Thank you and please remember to participate in the contest,

Shane