Shel Silverstein

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

Shel Silverstein Poems

201. Come Skating 4/6/2010
202. 100,000 Pennies 4/6/2010
203. Hector The Collector 4/7/2010
204. Batty 4/6/2010
205. Colors 4/6/2010
206. Enter This Deserted House 1/1/2004
207. Jimmy Jet And His Tv Set 4/7/2010
208. For Sale 4/7/2010
209. Sarah Cynthia Slyvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out 4/7/2010
210. Boa Constrictor 4/6/2010
211. Somebody Has To 4/7/2010
212. If The World Was Crazy 4/7/2010
213. All The Time In The World 4/6/2010
214. No Difference 4/7/2010
215. 25 Minutes To Go 4/6/2010
216. Crowded Tub 1/1/2004
217. Snowball 4/7/2010
218. Ations 4/6/2010
219. A Light In The Attic 4/6/2010
220. Smart 4/7/2010
221. A Boy Named Sue 4/6/2010
222. The Giving Tree 4/7/2010
223. Where The Sidewalk Ends 4/7/2010

Comments about Shel Silverstein

  • Jovita Looney (4/6/2018 1:39:00 PM)

    I find his work exceptional and very inspiring, but also funny and silly. He has a wide variety in styles of poetry and that I like.

    13 person liked.
    7 person did not like.
  • Henry (4/5/2018 3:54:00 PM)

    You know he's dead stupid brain!

  • do u know de wey (4/5/2018 2:43:00 PM)

    ebola is my game and i own a bear and i named him ebola bear

  • emma k (4/5/2018 2:34:00 PM)

    meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow

  • im not in class (4/4/2018 2:34:00 PM)

    im not in class
    im not in class
    im not in class
    i promise im not in class

  • Frankenstein (3/26/2018 11:34:00 AM)

    Rip shel your soooooooooooooo awesome
    😎

  • Dayne Z. (3/23/2018 12:00:00 PM)

    Shel's books are sooooooooooo awesome! He is the best author ever (besides Dr. Suess of course!)

  • IJVBJVGWJVNWNJFNBWJIFEBN (3/21/2018 9:26:00 AM)

    STOP IN YOU MF, ER
    STOP SAYING THINGS ABOUT YOU MEAT

  • your mom is here (3/21/2018 9:23:00 AM)

    hi there im your mom STOP SAYING THINGS ABOUT YOUR MEAT

  • Billy (3/19/2018 1:43:00 PM)

    Hi I’m billy I love billy such a liar

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 ...

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A Couple More Years

I've got a couple more years on you, baby...that's all.
I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall.
And it ain't that I'm wiser...
It's only that I've spent more time with my back to the wall.
And I've picked up a couple more years on you, baby.. that's all.

I've walked a couple more roads than you, baby...that's all.
And I'm tired of runnin' while you're only learning to crawl.
And you're headin somewhere...

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