I Have A Friend I Can Proudly Say by Miraj Patel
I have a friend, I can proudly say, Who’s just amazing her own way… Words are less to describe you the best, You are like an angel, when you be around i care for nothing rest… I always wondered how this sweetest thing came 2 me, Nothing in this world can better could be… May […]
Birthday Love Song by Miraj Patel
You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, With a soul so pure and heart so clean, For me it’s just the most beautiful you, Baby there can never be another you, Words can’t describe how beautiful you are to me, You are ma one in a billion, You are ma 7 wonders, […]
Leopard by Stanley Wilkin
LEOPARD by Stanley Wilkin I The mountain squatted before him Pinned down by clouds, Its jagged fingers tearing at the sky In omnipresent agony, sides skimming downward, Glistening ice-covered scimitars, into the surrounding jungle’s Exposed midriff, joining the cries of alarmist monkeys With tree-top groans. The flashing fastened snow Told of hopes too far […]
mine danse macabre doppelganger by matthew scott harris
housed within mine impenetrable hermetically sealed invisible bubble draped with blackened Hades hued habiliment therein dwelt sinister saboteur mastermind marauder of the Hubble who demanded sacrifice to traverse river styx with unadulterated gelt which known phantasmagorical double whose piercing fiery ocular presence unseen but felt thine true self amidst the aftermath from Armageddon rubble astride […]
Million Man March Poem by Maya Angelou
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been steep. Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach, I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach. Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound, You couldn’t even call out my name. […]
Little Clock by T. Wignesan
for Gertrud Widmayer, my landlady at Heidelberg Why in pensive ticking, silent thoughts You wile your time away When all around huge swelling bells Toll the days away! Every hour that announced may go Your silent hands take hold And though the ages chimed in ears Yours they never behold. If all the clocks the […]
initial mother’s day eve by matthew scott harris
within womb per universe’s birth sans nebulous placenta housed seeds of life and white lily within billions of years in future mid-wifed lady gaia which cosmic amniotic fluid sans infinitesimal kernel unknowingly intimated mother earth giver of extant flora and fauna released after big bang cosmic explosion released galactic matter ala Jackson Pollack across void […]
They Feed They Lion by Philip Levine
They Feed They Lion by Philip Levine Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter, Out of black bean and wet slate bread, Out of the acids of rage, the candor of tar, Out of creosote, gasoline, drive shafts, wooden dollies, They Lion grow. Out of the gray hills Of industrial barns, out of rain, […]
Battalion-Relief by Siegfried Sassoon
‘FALL in! Now get a move on.’ (Curse the rain.) We splash away along the straggling village, Out to the flat rich country, green with June… And sunset flares across wet crops and tillage, Blazing with splendour-patches. (Harvest soon, Up in the Line.) ‘Perhaps the War’ll be done ‘By Christmas-Day. Keep smiling then, old son.’ […]
Medallion by Sylvia Plath
By the gate with star and moon Worked into the peeled orange wood The bronze snake lay in the sun Inert as a shoelace; dead But pliable still, his jaw Unhinged and his grin crooked, Tongue a rose-colored arrow. Over my hand I hung him. His little vermilion eye Ignited with a glassed flame As […]
Medallion by Sylvia Plath
By the gate with star and moon Worked into the peeled orange wood The bronze snake lay in the sun Inert as a shoelace; dead But pliable still, his jaw Unhinged and his grin crooked, Tongue a rose-colored arrow. Over my hand I hung him. His little vermilion eye Ignited with a glassed flame As […]
The Lion by Vachel Lindsay
The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu he can get, The lion-family is upset. He cuffs his wife and bites her ears Till she is nearly moved to tears. Then some explorer finds the den And all is family peace again. ————— The End And […]
The Dandelion by Vachel Lindsay
O DANDELION, rich and haughty, King of village flowers! Each day is coronation time, You have no humble hours. I like to see you bring a troop To beat the blue-grass spears, To scorn the lawn-mower that would be Like fate’s triumphant shears, Your yellow heads are cut away, It seems your reign is o’er. […]
Hymn From A Watermelon Pavilion by Wallace Stevens
You dweller in the dark cabin, To whom the watermelon is always purple, Whose garden is wind and moon, Of the two dreams, night and day, What lover, what dreamer, would choose The one obscured by sleep? Here is the plantain by your door And the best cock of red feather That crew before the […]
At the Lake Pavilion by Wang Wei
Small barge go to meet honoured guest Leisurely lake on come At railing face cup alcohol On all sides lotus bloom On a skiff I meet an honoured guest, Slowly, slowly, it comes across the lake. Facing at the railing, we drink a cup of wine, On all sides, lotus flowers are in bloom. ————— […]
Farewell to Hsin Chien at Hibiscus Pavilion by Wang Wei
A cold rain mingled with the river at evening, when I entered Wu; In the clear dawn I bid you farewell, lonely as Ch’u Mountain. My kinsfolk in Loyang, should they ask about me, Tell them: “My heart is a piece of ice in a jade cup!” ————— The End And that’s the End of […]
Sonnet 19: Devouring Time blunt thou the lion’s paws by William Shakespeare
Devouring Time blunt thou the lion’s paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood, Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws, And burn the long-lived phoenix, in her blood, Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet’st, And do whate’er thou wilt swift-footed Time To the wide world and all her […]
Picture of Daniel in the Lion’s Den at Hamilton Palace by William Wordsworth
Amid a fertile region green with wood And fresh with rivers, well doth it become The Ducal Owner, in his Palace-home To naturalise this tawny Lion brood; Children of Art, that claim strange brotherhood, Couched in their Den, with those that roam at large Over the burning wilderness, and charge The wind with terror while […]