Shel Silverstein

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

Shel Silverstein Poems

201. Bear In There 4/6/2010
202. One Inch Tall 4/7/2010
203. Hector The Collector 4/7/2010
204. Somebody Stole My Rig 4/7/2010
205. 100,000 Pennies 4/6/2010
206. Somebody Has To 4/7/2010
207. Enter This Deserted House 1/1/2004
208. No Difference 4/7/2010
209. Jimmy Jet And His Tv Set 4/7/2010
210. Boa Constrictor 4/6/2010
211. Sarah Cynthia Slyvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out 4/7/2010
212. If The World Was Crazy 4/7/2010
213. All The Time In The World 4/6/2010
214. 25 Minutes To Go 4/6/2010
215. Colors 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

  • ghosthunter (5/29/2018 3:25:00 PM)

    i will find you and hunt you down

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  • angela (5/23/2018 10:25:00 PM)

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  • stuff (5/23/2018 2:44:00 PM)

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  • Tara S (5/22/2018 8:34:00 PM)

    this is very unaccurate, shel wrote way more poems than this

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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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100,000 Pennies

I broke into the bank on Sunday,
You should see the money I got.
I couldn't drag it home 'til Monday,
'Cause it sure weighed an awful lot.

Then I sat down to count it,
And much to my surprise,
A whole lotta little brown, little round coins,
Rolled out before my eyes

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