Joyce Kilmer

(1886-1918 / New Jersey)

Comments about Joyce Kilmer

  • Silver Star - 3,742 Points Wahab Abdul (12/12/2013 1:21:00 AM)

    Kilmer is considered among the last of the Romantic era poets because his verse is conservative and traditional in style and does not break any of the formal rules of poetics—a style often criticized today for being too sentimental to be taken seriously

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  • Rookie Gloria Vojchehoske (4/12/2013 12:35:00 AM)

    Learned this one by heart in the sixth grade, its my favorite.I write poems my self.I have 138 to date.I love writi.g them.Wil continue till the day I die

  • Silver Star - 3,286 Points Walterrean Salley (8/9/2012 6:30:00 PM)

    Joyce Kilmer has long been one of my favorite poets. I'll never forget the poem, Trees. Learned it by heart, and use to quote it all the time. I still quote it sometimes.

  • Rookie Miriam A. Kilmer (11/26/2007 8:46:00 AM)

    I illustrated 'Easter' by my grandfather, Joyce Kilmer. Please visit my Miami Blue Butterfly page.
    There are downloadable images and tee shirts for sale.

  • Rookie Miriam A. Kilmer (11/24/2007 10:26:00 AM)

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  • Rookie Nerissa Hedlind (12/12/2006 11:35:00 AM)

    reminds me of childhood...and God is definitely wonderful making a tree and humans can make a so good poem like this...

Best Poem of Joyce Kilmer

Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Read the full of Trees

Roofs

(For Amelia Josephine Burr)

The road is wide and the stars are out
and the breath of the night is sweet,
And this is the time when wanderlust should seize upon my feet.
But I'm glad to turn from the open road and the starlight on my face,
And to leave the splendour of out-of-doors for a human dwelling place.

I never have seen a vagabond who really liked to roam

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