"For the children, they mark, and the children, they know" Above is a quote from "Where the Sidewalk Ends" I like Shel Silverstein is an all-rounded man, not only a poet but also a singer, songwriter, musician, composer, cartoonist, screenwriter, and author of children's books(no, not Jack of all trades). He have a unique style, for he had never study poetry before, which is laid-back and conversational, occasionally employing profanity and filled with slang.
I feel his poems for firstly, they rhythm. Also, some of his poems are about nature and he gave a good and vivid description of it, such as "peppermint wind", "grass grows soft and white" etc.. Furthermore, he involve his works with children, and his works show that he understand children a lot. Many of his poem include humour, and it is pleasant to read it, while relieving my stress. The most lovable poem by him is entitled "One Inch Tall " (see below). His imagination is pretty wild and creative.
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein from http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/shel_silverstein/poems/14836
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Messy Room by Shel Silverstein from http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/shel_silverstein/poems/14818
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
One Inch Tall by Shel Silverstein from http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/shel_silverstein/poems/14832
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You'd swing upon a spider's thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb. You'd run from people's feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write-- 'Cause I'm just one inch tall).
