If We Must Die poem is a powerful poem written by Claude McKay which talks about standing up against injustice. It speaks about fighting with courage and dignity, even in the face of death. The poem encourages people fight against and do not give up, no matter how difficult the challenges are. It is a call for bravery and unity in the time of struggle. His words remind us that even when the things seem hopeless, we should always face our challenges with strength and determination. The message is clear, if we must die, we should do fighting for our rights.
Free poems which are also known as free verse, are the type of poetry that does not follow a strict rhyme or meter. They give poets the freedom to express their emotions and thoughts in a more natural way. Without any limit of traditional structures, free poems can flow like everyday speech. These poems are popular because they allow writers to explore a wide range of ideas and emotions. They offer many readers a fresh and unique perspective of life, love, nature and more.
Free Poem
[quote] A child is the greatest gift
That our lives can bestow.
It brings the most exquisite joy
That we will ever know.Some days deliver happiness,
Far more than we can touch.
We need the help of all our friends
To comprehend how much.And so we thank you for the gifts,
Both those you brought and are,
That celebrate this rich, full life
And its rising star! [/quote]
[quote] I know how difficult I’ve made your life
Now that you’ve brought home another father.
You have your new dominion as a wife
While I still mourn the absence of the other.
And yet I recognize your right to choose
The man you love, whatever I might feel.
Life is not a game to win or lose:
For that the pain on both sides is too real.
It therefore is my place to make a place
Within my heart for one who lives in yours.
There is no way to do this but with grace,
For one must be at home with open doors.
Please forgive the failure of my love.
Your love for me should mine for your love move. [/quote]
[quote] Rosh Hashanah opens to the page
On which is writ, for good or ill, our fate.
Still wrestling with angels, we engage,
Harrowing our hearts, our future state.
However, “we” encompasses us all,
As though we were but droplets in a wave
Suspended on its journey to the shore,
Hard put to any single droplet save.
And so we pray not only for ourselves,
Nor only for our family, friends, or tribe:
All must be our congregation, else
How might we turn to God to turn the tide? [/quote]
[quote] My face is an icon, my life a scrim
Alight with meaning, my words inscribed
Reductively in stone, a hymn
To dreams annually revived.
In me you found a founding father
New, like Lincoln a colossus
Late arrived: righteous Other,
Unavenging nemesis,
The token nigger of American
Heroes, aggrieved but restrained,
Engaged but non-partisan,
Radical but house-trained.
Know that I still believe in you,
In spite of what you’ve done to me.
Nor can a holiday a truth
Give flesh long flayed by memory. [/quote]
[quote] I know I didn’t do so well
The little time I had.
But though I’ve lost my only dream,
I’m still crazy about you.You were the first real date for me,
And I made my mistakes.
But though I’ve paid a bitter price,
I’m still crazy about you.How much is a love like mine
Worth to you right now?
Other guys might know the ropes,
But I’m still crazy about you.So what if you would be a little
Crazy, too, like me?
And go for it just one more time,
‘Cause I’m . . . well, you already know. [/quote]
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Snowflake Poem
To be cast in some lone, and lowly spot,
To melt, and to sink, unseen, or forgot?
And there will my course be ended?”
‘T was this a feathery Snow-Flake said,
As down through measureless space it strayed,
Or, as half by dalliance, half afraid,
It seemed in mid air suspended.
“Oh! no,” said the Earth, “thou shalt not lie
Neglected and lone on my lap to die,
Thou pure and delicate child of the sky!
For, thou wilt be safe in my keeping.
But then, I must give thee a lovelier form—
Thou wilt not be part of the wintry storm,
But revive,when the sunbeams are yellow and warm,
And the flowers from my bosom are peeping! [/quote]
[quote] What heart could have thought you? —
Past our devisal
(O filigree petal!)
Fashioned so purely,
Fragilely, surely,
From what Paradisal
Imagineless metal,
Too costly for cost?
Who hammered you, wrought you,
From argentine vapor? —
“God was my shaper.
Passing surmisal,
He hammered, He wrought me,
From curled silver vapor,
To lust of His mind —
Thou could’st not have thought me!
So purely, so palely,
Tinily, surely,
Mightily, frailly,
Insculped and embossed,
With His hammer of wind,
And His graver of frost. [/quote]
[quote]Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.
This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field. [/quote]
[quote] The snow-flakes, the snow-flakes,
The children of the sky—
How silently they come to earth
From their sweet home on high.
The snow-flakes, the snow flakes,
An angel band are they,
Array’d in robes of spotless white,
To cheer the winter day.
The snow-flakes, the snow-flakes
Their coming is a joy,
A promise sweet of blessedness
To many a happy boy.
The snow-flakes, the snow-flakes,
They cover all the earth,
And fill the maiden’s heart with thoughts
Of happiness and mirth.
The snow-flakes, the snow-flakes,
The sturdy farmer’s eye
Is lit up with a brighter joy
To see them in the sky!
The snow-flakes, the snow-flakes,
An angel band are they,
Array’d in robes of spotless white,
To cheer the winter day. [/quote]
[quote] Tiny little snowflakes,
In the air so high,
Are you little angels,
Floating in the sky?
Robed so white and spotless,
Flying like a dove,
Are you little creatures,
From the world above?
Whirling on the sidewalk,
Dancing in the street,
Kissing all the faces
Of the children sweet,
Loading all the housetops,
Powdering all the trees,—
Cunning little snowflakes,
Little busy bees! [/quote]
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Laude Mckay If We Must Die
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back! [/quote]
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Stopping by Woods On A Snowy Evening
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. [/quote]
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