The Voice of Robert Desnos by Robert Desnos
The Voice of Robert Desnos by Robert Desnos So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight this excellent evening so like every joy and every sadness it is the midnight past lifting its naked body above belfries and poplars I call to me […]
Sleep Spaces by Robert Desnos
Sleep Spaces by Robert Desnos In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests collide with legendary creatures hiding in thickets. There is you. In the night there are the walker’s footsteps the murderer’s the town policeman’s light from the street lamp and the […]
Long Long Ago by Robert Desnos
Long Long Ago by Robert Desnos Long long ago I went through the castle of leaves Yellowing slowly in the moss And far away barnacles clung desperately to rocks in the sea Your memory better still your tender presence was there too Transparent and mine Nothing had changed but everything had aged at the same […]
If You Only Knew by Robert Desnos
If You Only Knew by Robert Desnos Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth, Far from me but here all the same without your knowing, Far from me and even more silent because I imagine you endlessly. Far from me, my lovely mirage and eternal dream, […]
I Have Dreamed of You so Much by Robert Desnos
I Have Dreamed of You so Much by Robert Desnos I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real. Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make your dear voice come alive again? I have dreamed of you so much that my […]
The Wound by Robert McNamara
In this blue prolific light you squint to see a child sitting by the stream, his shirt splayed beside him in the grass. A bamboo pole catches the brown curve of his shoulder and the green-laden tree. This isolation pains you: it is a pleasant afternoon. And this dove, like the soul sprung from the […]
Promise Me Rain Retold by Roberto Cocina
As you walked me back to my truck, I kept glancing at your face with my eyes. Saw a smile spread across those lips, the same ones that I had the pleasure to kiss. In the movie theater on our first date, the perfect one I’ve had in quite a long while. You grabbed my […]
Now That You’re Gone by Roberto Cocina
I found myself laying in our bed once again with tears streaming from my eyes. Since here I am crying over you because my heart can’t accept your death. I watched you died in my arms after receiving a gunshot wound to the chest. I watched you bleed in my arms, all life within you […]
My Heart Screams by Roberto Cocina
Here I am once again laying on my bed staring at the ceiling fan. Watching the blades rotate around and around, going faster and faster. Air blowing down on me, drying the tears that escaped my eyes once again. Holding my broken heart in my hands feeling the blood trickle from my palms. Mind running […]
My iPod by Roland Bastien
My iPod by Roland Bastien My iPod- By Roland Bastien She dressed a fashionable snug plastic cobalt blue robe on which, images around her reflected their pudgy pixels, a girl yesterday performed for invisible satellite cameras on Robson Street macadam. Her hair, red Bordeaux wine coloured her pale yellow face. Her purple lips, dark almond […]
On The Menu by Graham Rowlands
I’ll eat anything. I mean it. But don’t say you won’t have lunch with me. I won’t drink the soup. I’ll even try your wine in case someone’s trying to poison you— or us. Still, I warn you I’ve eaten an evolution of white bait oysters, prawns in their shells baby octopuses, squid, shark. I’d […]
Nanna by Ross D Tyler
Does your Nanna visit you? Is she old and pleasant? Does she bake you cakes and treats? Or bring you lots of presents? My Nanna’s slightly different, For although she gives me Prezzies, Most of her gifts are usually awful, Last visit she brought me wellies! The time before that a tanktop, I’ve had socks […]
Kiss by Ruth Padel
Kiss by Ruth Padel He’s gone. She can’t believe it, can’t go on. She’s going to give up painting. So she paints Her final canvas, total-turn-off Black. One long Obsidian goodbye. A charcoal-burner’s Smirnoff, The mirror of Loch Ness Reflecting the monster back to its own eye. But something’s wrong. Those mad Black-body particles don’t […]
A Schoolyard Shame by Ryan Isaacson
A Schoolyard Shame by Ryan Isaacson Teenage boys, a savage pack. Jay yelled out, a sudden smack. A clod of dirt had hit his back, Disintegrated with a thwack. A coward’s plan, surprise attack. They hit him in the back. Another clod, this made of mud, Struck his chest with deadened thud. Then all at […]
Written In Early Youth. The Time,–An Autumnal Evening by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
O thou wild fancy, check thy wing! No more Those thin white flakes, those purple clouds explore! Nor there with happy spirits speed thy light Bathed in rich amber-glowing floods of light; Nor in yon gleam, where slow descends the day, With western peasants hail the morning ray! Ah! rather bid the perished pleasures move, […]
Written In Early Youth. The Time,–An Autumnal Evening by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
O thou wild fancy, check thy wing! No more Those thin white flakes, those purple clouds explore! Nor there with happy spirits speed thy light Bathed in rich amber-glowing floods of light; Nor in yon gleam, where slow descends the day, With western peasants hail the morning ray! Ah! rather bid the perished pleasures move, […]
Christabel by Samuel Coleridge
PART I ‘Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- Tu-whoo! And hark, again! the crowing cock, How drowsily it crew. Sir Leoline, the Baron rich, Hath a toothless mastiff, which From her kennel beneath the rock Maketh answer to the clock, Four for the […]
Elegy, Imitated From One Of Akenside’s Blank-Verse Inscriptions by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Near the lone pile with ivy overspread, Fast by the rivulet’s sleep-persuading sound, Where ‘sleeps the moonlight’ on yon verdant bed– O humbly press that consecrated ground! For there does Edmund rest, the learned swain! And there his spirit most delights to rove: Young Edmund! famed for each harmonious strain, And the sore wounds of […]
To A Picture Of Eleanor Duse by Sara Teasdale
Was ever any face like this before – So light a veiling for the soul within, So pure and yet so pitiful for sin? They say the soul will pass the Heavy Door, And yearning upward, learn creation’s lore – The body buried ‘neath the earthly din. But thine shall live forever, it hath been […]
The Wanderer by Sara Teasdale
I saw the sunset-colored sands, The Nile, like flowing fire between, Where Ramses stares forth serene And ammon’s heavy temple stands. I saw the rocks where long ago, Above the sea that cries and breaks, Bright Perseus with Medusa’s snakes Set free the maiden white like snow. And many skies have covered me, And many […]
The Rose by Sara Teasdale
Beneath my chamber window Pierrot was singing, singing; I heard his lute the whole night thru Until the east was red. Alas, alas Pierrot, I had no rose for flinging Save one that drank my tears for dew Before its leaves were dead. I found it in the darkness, I kissed it once and threw […]
The Return by Sara Teasdale
I turned the key and opened wide the door To enter my deserted room again, Where thro’ the long hot months the dust had lain. Was it not lonely when across the floor No step was heard, no sudden song that bore My whole heart upward with a joyous pain? Were not the pictures and […]
The Princess In The Tower by Sara Teasdale
The Princess sings: I am the princess up in the tower And I dream the whole day thro’ Of a knight who shall come with a silver spear And a waving plume of blue. I am the princess up in the tower, And I dream my dreams by day, But sometimes I wake, and my […]
The Look by Sara Teasdale
Strephon kissed me in the Spring Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes, Haunts me to this day. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. […]
The Blind by Sara Teasdale
The birds are all a-building, They say the world’s a-flower, And still I linger lonely Within a barren bower. I weave a web of fancies Of tears and darkness spun. How shall I sing of sunlight Who never saw the sun? I hear the pipes a-blowing, But yet I may not dance, I know that […]
The Return by Sara Teasdale
I turned the key and opened wide the door To enter my deserted room again, Where thro’ the long hot months the dust had lain. Was it not lonely when across the floor No step was heard, no sudden song that bore My whole heart upward with a joyous pain? Were not the pictures and […]
Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow by Sara Teasdale
I. Spirit’s House From naked stones of agony I will build a house for me; As a mason all alone I will raise it, stone by stone, And every stone where I have bled Will show a sign of dusky red. I have not gone the way in vain, For I have good of all […]
In The Metropolitan Museum by Sara Teasdale
Inside the tiny Pantheon We stood together silently, Leaving the restless crowds awhile, As ships find shelter from the sea. The ancient centuries came back To cover us a moment’s space, And through the dome the light was glad Because it shone upon your face. Ah, not from Rome but farther still Beyond sun-smitten Salamis, […]
In A Restaurant by Sara Teasdale
The darkened street was muffled with the snow, The falling flakes had made your shoulders white, And when we found a shelter from the night Its glamor fell upon us like a blow. The clash of dishes and the viol and bow Mingled beneath the fever of the light. The heat was full of savors, […]
Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow by Sara Teasdale
I. Spirit’s House From naked stones of agony I will build a house for me; As a mason all alone I will raise it, stone by stone, And every stone where I have bled Will show a sign of dusky red. I have not gone the way in vain, For I have good of all […]
In The Metropolitan Museum by Sara Teasdale
Inside the tiny Pantheon We stood together silently, Leaving the restless crowds awhile, As ships find shelter from the sea. The ancient centuries came back To cover us a moment’s space, And through the dome the light was glad Because it shone upon your face. Ah, not from Rome but farther still Beyond sun-smitten Salamis, […]
In A Cuban Garden by Sara Teasdale
HIBISCUS flowers are cups of fire, (Love me, my lover, life will not stay) The bright poinsettia shakes in the wind, A scarlet leaf is blowing away. A lizard lifts his head and listens- Kiss me before the noon goes by, Here in the shade of the ceiba hide me From the great black vulture […]
In A Restaurant by Sara Teasdale
The darkened street was muffled with the snow, The falling flakes had made your shoulders white, And when we found a shelter from the night Its glamor fell upon us like a blow. The clash of dishes and the viol and bow Mingled beneath the fever of the light. The heat was full of savors, […]
In A Cuban Garden by Sara Teasdale
HIBISCUS flowers are cups of fire, (Love me, my lover, life will not stay) The bright poinsettia shakes in the wind, A scarlet leaf is blowing away. A lizard lifts his head and listens- Kiss me before the noon goes by, Here in the shade of the ceiba hide me From the great black vulture […]
Helen Of Troy by Sara Teasdale
Wild flight on flight against the fading dawn The flames’ red wings soar upward duskily. This is the funeral pyre and Troy is dead That sparkled so the day I saw it first, And darkened slowly after. I am she Who loves all beauty – yet I wither it. Why have the high gods made […]
Eight O’Clock by Sara Teasdale
SUPPER comes at five o’clock, At six, the evening star, My lover comes at eight o’clock- But eight o’clock is far. How could I bear my pain all day Unless I watched to see The clock-hands laboring to bring Eight o’clock to me. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, […]
Effigy Of A Nun by Sara Teasdale
Infinite gentleness, infinite irony Are in this face with fast-sealed eyes, And round this mouth that learned in loneliness How useless their wisdom is to the wise. In her nun’s habit carved, carefully, lovingly, By one who knew the ways of womenkind, This woman’s face still keeps its cold wistful calm, All the subtle pride […]
A Maiden by Sara Teasdale
Oh if I were the velvet rose Upon the red rose vine, I’d climb to touch his window And make his casement fine. And if I were the little bird That twitters on the tree, All day I’d sing my love for him Till he should harken me. But since I am a maiden I […]
A Fantasy by Sara Teasdale
Her voice is like clear water That drips upon a stone In forests far and silent Where Quiet plays alone. Her thoughts are like the lotus Abloom by sacred streams Beneath the temple arches Where Quiet sits and dreams. Her kisses are the roses That glow while dusk is deep In Persian garden closes Where […]
The Ghost by Sara Teasdale
I went back to the clanging city, I went back where my old loves stayed, But my heart was full of my new love’s glory, My eyes were laughing and unafraid. I met one who had loved me madly And told his love for all to hear — But we talked of a thousand things […]