Free Verse poem

“THE GOOD LIFE” BY TRACY K. SMITH

When some people talk about money
They speak as if it were a mysterious lover
Who went out to buy milk and never
Came back, and it makes me nostalgic
For the years I lived on coffee and bread,
Hungry all the time, walking to work on payday
Like a woman journeying for water
From a village without a well, then living
One or two nights like everyone else
On roast chicken and red wine.

Acrostic
SUZANNE
Sometimes I can be haughty, though
Usually I stay away from the spotlight,
Zigzagging my way through the shadows
And giving credit to others for their work.
Now and then, however, I find myself in
Need of praise; so I spell my name in letters.
Excuse me for my vanity.

Limerick
There was a pigs head on a stick
So ugly it make Simon sick
He talked to the head
And ended up dead
Now his heart will no longer tick.
“THE SNOW MAN” BY WALLACE STEVENS
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time

To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think

Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land

Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,

And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

CHARITY
Cherry lips and sparkling eyes,
Hair in glossy locks that lies,
Are attractive, we confess,
Rarely made the world to bless,
If combined with artlessness;
These unite to make thee fair,
Yielding beauty past compare.

Limerick
There once was a girl on the bus
So cute she made Chandler fuss
He gave her a look
Got smacked with a book
It hurt him so bad that he cussed.