Shel Silverstein

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

Shel Silverstein Poems

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

  • somedudelikepie (5/16/2018 10:06:00 AM)

    you suck shel silverstein and your poems are fuking bad

    9 person liked.
    20 person did not like.
  • SheRa (5/14/2018 3:38:00 PM)

    i love your poems and i think they are hilarious. i've chosen some poems to present in front of my class! thx for the poems. :)

  • somedudelikepie (5/10/2018 3:31:00 PM)

    he is a good poet and i like him

  • somepoemguy (5/9/2018 6:45:00 PM)

    he might be dead but he is good

  • somepoemguy (5/9/2018 6:44:00 PM)

    why are people so mean

  • aiden (5/9/2018 11:51:00 AM)

    you are a very good poet

  • I Like Cheese (5/3/2018 8:09:00 PM)

    You are very good at writing poems i am a young boy but i still like your poems: D

  • That kid (5/2/2018 11:43:00 AM)

    He's dead so idk why your giving complements

  • Boi__ (5/2/2018 11:42:00 AM)

    Why don't you try poetry and lets see your talent *cough* TRASH!

  • ur mom gay (4/30/2018 9:04:00 PM)

    ur mom gay but pretty cool

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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