Poetry Fill in the Blank by HensleyB

3 words:

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to ___?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

2 words:

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and ___.”

1 word:

"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my ___ beside the golden door!"

2 words:

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
___.

2 words:

I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better ___.

1 word:

The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the ___ of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out and upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.

4 words:

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
___

3 words:

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly ___ –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves–
And Immortality.

3 words:

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
___ to be born?

5 words:

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like ___?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?

8 words:

No Place so Sacred from such Fops is barr'd,
Nor is Paul's Church more safe than Paul's Church-yard:
Nay, fly to Altars; there they'll talk you dead;
For ___.
Distrustful Sense with modest Caution speaks;
It still looks home, and short Excursions makes;
But ratling Nonsense in full Vollies breaks;

4 words:

There’s a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, ___.