Thursday, April 14, 2011

Poem in Your Pocket Day

Today is Poem in Your Pocket Day. What is this? Here's the idea: select a poem you love during National Poetry Month (April), then carry it with you to share with co-workers, family, and friends. Poems from pockets will be unfolded throughout the day with events in parks, libraries, schools, workplaces, and bookstores. Create your own Poem In Your Pocket Day event using ideas below or email and let them know of your own plans, projects and suggestions.

Here are some ideas for Poem in Your Pocket Day events:

  • Start a "poems for pockets" give-a-way in your school or workplace

  • Urge local businesses to offer discounts for those carrying poems

  • Post pocket-sized verses in public places

  • Handwrite some lines on the back of your business cards

  • Start a street team to pass out poems in your community

  • Distribute bookmarks with your favorite immortal lines

  • Add a poem to your email footer

  • Post a poem on your blog or social networking page

  • Project a poem on a wall, inside or out

  • Text a poem to friends 

  • For more information on Poem in Your Pocket Day, please see You can also sign up to receive a poem a day by email, access through RSS, or the IPhone App. 

    So in honor of Poem in Your Pocket Day, I will spread poetry throughout the airwaves and publish one of my favorite poems for everyone to enjoy. This is in addition to my Craft A Poem that I do every month, which I will publish later this month. I hope you enjoy the poem. Why don't you leave me a comment and tell me what your favorite poem is?

    My Luve
    By: Robert Burns

    O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
    That's newly sprung in June;
    O, my luve is like the melodie,
    That's sweetly played in tune.
    As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
    So deep in luve am I;
    And I will luve thee still, my dear,
    Till a' the sea gang dry.
    Till a' the sea gang dry, my dear. 
    And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
    And I will luve thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o' life still run.

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