Shel Silverstein

(September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999 / Chicago/ Illinois)

Comments about Shel Silverstein

  • Kshirod Kumar Dehury Kshirod Kumar Dehury (12/14/2017 7:30:00 AM)

    i really like his poem there funny but make you think, thanks for sharing.10+++

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  • laura terpstra (11/14/2017 7:56:00 PM)

    *good I meant to write

  • Laura Terpstra (11/14/2017 7:54:00 PM)

    I do think some of them are quite rude if I say so myself. Some of them are goog though: D.
    Is this poet still alive? ? ?

  • Madison (11/12/2017 6:21:00 PM)

    I love your books sooooooooooooooo much! ! !

  • Robert Peterson (1/4/2016 2:47:00 AM)

    Bobby Bare recorded a collection of Shel's songs, and won awards for Lullabyes, Legends and Lies. Shel did great things for children also. Made them think! Made us adults think in a humourous way with his other work. One of the Greatest of all time. Just ask John Cash. Johnny to the rest of us. Hef and the Playboy mansion...I don't know the details, but who would not find a better place to pass away with friends all around. One of the greatest POETS of our time.

  • Jessica Adams Jessica Adams (5/5/2015 9:53:00 PM)

    I love Gods Wheel! ! ! That one is awesome! !

  • LovedayJackson Jackson (4/25/2015 5:32:00 AM)

    Wow! Such a huge fan of Shel! I have read most of his books and my favourite one is the Giving Tree

  • John Brown (7/28/2014 1:20:00 AM)

    i really like his poems there funny but make you think

  • Goldheart Bird (8/21/2013 10:18:00 AM)

    I love his poems! I never read his books before though I might check some out at the libarie!

  • Artemis Gutierrez (9/10/2012 7:45:00 PM)

    I love you his poems! He's Awesome! I read almost all of his poem books. I'm his #1 fan.

Best Poem of Shel Silverstein

Where The Sidewalk Ends

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 ...

Read the full of Where The Sidewalk Ends

Crowded Tub

There are too many kids in this tub
There are too many elbows to scrub
I just washed a behind that I'm sure wasn't mine
There are too many kids in this tub.

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