Welcome to the first Top Three Wednesday! If you are interested to do this please check my previous post.
So for today it is Top Three Poems/Poetry book. Since I have been very fond of poetry, I am here to share you my Top Three Favorite Poems/Poetry Books.
1. No Matter The Wreckage by Sarah Kay
Hahah I think I have repeated this already a trillion times that I am so in love with Sarah Kay’s poetry, her poems spoke to me in such a personal level. Which to be honest her book got me to love poetry more.
Here is my ultimate favorite poem by her.
Postcards
I had already fallen in love with
far too many postage stamps,
when you appeared on my doorstep,
wearing nothing but a postcard promise.
No. Appear is the wrong word
Is there a word for sucker-punching
someone in the heart?
Is there a word for when you are sitting
at the bottom of a roller coaster,
and you realize the climb is coming,
that you know what the climb means,
that you can already feel the flip in your
stomach from the fall, before you have
even moved-is there a word for that?
There should be.
You can only fit so many words in a postcard.
Only so many in a phone call.
Only so many into space, before you forget
that words are sometimes used for things
other than filling emptiness.
It is hard to build a body out of words.
I have tried. We have both tried.
Instead of laying your head o my chest,
I tell you about the boy who lives downstairs,
who stays up all night playing his drum set.
The neighbors have complained:
they have busy days tomorrow.
But he keeps on thumping through the night,
convinced, I think, that practice makes perfect.
Instead of holding my hand you tell me about
the sandwich you made for lunch, the way the
pickles fit so perfectly against the lettuce.
Practice does not make perfect.
Practice makes permanent.
Repeat the same mistakes over and over,
and you don’t get closer to Carnegie Hall.
Even I know that.
Repeat the same mistakes over and over,
and you don’t get any closer.
You –
never get any closer.
Is there a word for the moment you win
tug-of-war? When the weight gives,
and all the extra rope comes hurtling
towards you, how even though you’ve won.
You still end up with muddy knees and
burns on your hands?
Is there a word for that?
I wish there was.
I would have said it, when we were finally
alone together on your couch, neither one of us
with anything left to say.
Still now, I send letters into space,
hoping that some mailman somewhere
will track you down and recognize you
from the descriptions in my poems;
he will place the stack of them in your hands
and tell you, There is a girl who still writes you.
She doesn’t know how not to.
2. Blackbird and Wolf by Henri Cole
This collection of poems by Henri Cole is such a breath of fresh air. Relatable and very timely if I may add. Because of his talent to make you feel more through his poems, he instantly became a favorite poet!
Gravity and Center
I’m sorry I cannot say I love you when you say
you love me. The words, like moist fingers,
appear before me full of promise but then run away
to a narrow black room that is always dark,
where they are silent, elegant, like antique gold,
devouring the thing I feel. I want the force
of attraction to crush the force of repulsion
and my inner and outer worlds to pierce
one another, like a horse whipped by a man.
i don’t want words to sever me from reality,
I don’t want to need them. I want nothing
to reveal feeling – as in freedom,
or the knowledge of peace in a realm beyond,
or the sound of water poured in a bowl.
3. Twenty Love Poems by Pablo Neruda
Well, Pablo Neruda will always be one of the pillars of Poetry. So it is no surprise that he is on my Top Three!
Here I Love You
Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorus on the vagrant
waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers of sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and stars to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
I hope this post made you want to give poetry a try! Have a great Wednesday everyone!
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