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Dreams by Langston Hughes

Trees by Joyce Kilmer

Be Glad Your Nose is on Your FaceBy Jack PrelutskyAs an ESL teacher teaching English to non native speakers, poems are the essence of language. Any language that be, poetry holds beauty of that language. I make this poem mine for a minute and hold these words in my mouth. I make this language mine for a minute and return it back to its owner. Xoxo

Did I tell you that I have fallen for EdnaOr her wordsOr her art,Or just a fragmentA part.Does it qualify as an inclination Or a crush.To say fallen- is defeat.To love someoneIs indeed.A loss of self-To deplete.So much so thatWe human can only empty ourselves to a limit.To the last brink.I must confess-We come back to fill ourselves to brim.- S. Thapa

Years ago I heard a wonderful recitation of Sonnet no XVII by Tom O’Bedlam and yesterday the night sky compelled me to read this sonnet. You can hear the thunder at the background. It’s time to revive this channel

Another Reddit find

Found this poem on Reddit and absolutely fell in love with the words

“Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. “

An elegy written for his best friend Arthur Henry Hallam who died of a brain Haemorrhage at the age of 22, the poet never recovered from the loss. He immortalised the latter in his verse In Memoriam. Arthur was also engaged to Tennyson’s sister, Emilia Tennyson

“I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.” -Lord Tennyson ‘In Memoriam’ And with this, we have reached the conclusion of Tuck Shop. While opinions may differ, some may love it while others may not. Endings are always bittersweet; perhaps that's why we dread to part. Words alone cannot fully express the depth of my gratitude for such a wonderful and compassionate audience, as all of you have been. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for accompanying me on this remarkable journey. This is not the end, but rather a new beginning, and within me lie many untold stories that yearn to be heard. I hope you will once again patiently wait for me. Love Sonia