The World of Poetry
A teacher once standing in front of me
Handed me a paper and said read this poetry.
It was very boring
By the second line I was snoring.
But then she handed me a poem by this black man
He understood the true meaning of being American.
I believe his name was Langston Hughes
He surprised me by showing what words could do.
Poetry could make you happy or sad
They could also make you hateful and mad.
Then there are ones that make no sense
Others making you feel very dense.
There are poems called sonnets,
Talking about women in bonnets.
There are haikus,
What they are about I have no clue.
All this I learned from a teacher in front of me
Who handed me a paper and said read this poetry.