Hi, dear friends!!!

I �d like to know what �s your favourite English poem. I �m going to create some ws containing poems and some activities on them. So, please, suggest whatever you like and will be efficient for the learners. I �m planning to compile this ws for adult advanced students so poems don �t need to be of elementary level.

Here �s a thread to yesterday �s discussion. http://www.eslprintables.com/forum/topic.asp?id=8133

Please, let us continue it! I really need some new suggestions and fresh ideas.�

Thanks in advance,�

Life_line

The Teachers Jumped Out of the Windows

The teachers jumped out of the windows.
The principal ran for the door.
The nurse and librarian bolted.
They �re not coming back anymore.

The counselor, hollaring madly,
escaped out the door of the gym.
The coach and custodian shouted
and ran out the door after him.

The lunch ladies threw up their ladles,
then fled from the kitchen in haste,
while all of the students looked puzzled
as staff members scurried and raced.

We �d never seen anything like it.
But, still, it was pretty darned cool
to see all the staff so excited
to leave on the last day of school.

--Kenn Nesbitt

or this one...

Today I Wrote this Poem

Today I wrote this poem,
but I �m not sure if it �s good.
It doesn �t have the things
my teacher says a poem should.

It doesn �t share the feelings
I have deep inside of me.
It hasn �t any metaphors
and not one simile.

It �s missing any narrative.
Alliteration too.
It isn �t an acrostic,
diamante, or haiku.

There �s nothing that �s personified.
It doesn �t have a plot.
I �m pretty sure that rhyming
is the only thing it �s got.

It sure was fun to write it,
and I think it �s long enough.
It �s just too bad it �s missing
all that great poetic stuff.

I put it on my teacher �s desk
and, wow, she made a fuss.
She handed back my poem
with an A++++!

--Kenn Nesbitt

My Nose

By Valerie Bloom

My nose turned round to me one day

And said, I want a break,

I�m sick of whiffs and pongs; there�s just

So much a nose can take.

I want to be eyes for a change

And look at pretty things

Like lilacs, fishes, butterflies,

And birdies on the wings.

That�s not why you were made,

I said. You are not in a race,

Each of you in this body

Has a different job, and place.

I want to read love poetry,

Said nose, to watch TV,

I want to close up when I�m tired,

For a change eyes can be me.

So my nose that day became my eyes,

And while my eyes sniffed flowers,

My nostrils read the papers,

And watched TV for hours.

It saw hurricanes in Mexico,

The suffering in Iran,

It watched the fighting in Iraq,

Earthquakes in Pakistan.

It saw gun fights on New York streets,

And floods in Bangladesh,

It read the stories of Beowulf,

Jason, and Gilgamesh.

My nose turned round to me and said,

Okay, I�ve had enough,

I cannot understand how eyes

Can take in all this stuff.

It�s clear I was not made to see,

You�re right, I can�t compete,

I think I�d rather skip and jump,

So can I be your feet?