Arrow through the bellybutton poem
In days of youth, when life was new, A boy so dear, a tale to do, With his eyes bright, and spirits bold, He captured hearts, young and old. His belly button, round and deep, Inviting fingers to seep, And in it secret pure and true, A treasure kept, for me and you. One day, […]
Denis poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit Caps occasion with an intellectual fit. Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled timber ’ll hit The bald and b?ld bl?nking gold when ?ll ’s d?ne Right rooting in the bare butt’s wincing navel in the sight of the sun. . . . . . . . […]
Denis poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit Caps occasion with an intellectual fit. Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled timber ’ll hit The bald and b?ld bl?nking gold when ?ll ’s d?ne Right rooting in the bare butt’s wincing navel in the sight of the sun. . . . . . . . […]
Psalm 82 poem – John Milton poems
God in the *great *assembly stands *Bagnadath-el Of Kings and lordly States, Among the gods* on both his hands. *Bekerev. He judges and debates. How long will ye *pervert the right *Tishphetu With *judgment false and wrong gnavel. Favouring the wicked by your might, Who thence grow bold and strong? *Regard the *weak and […]
Comus poem – John Milton poems
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT SPIRIT, afterwards in the habit of THYRSIS. COMUS, with his Crew. The LADY. FIRST BROTHER. SECOND BROTHER. SABRINA, the Nymph. The Chief Persons which presented were:— The Lord Brackley; Mr. […]
The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The air was a blue clarity. Swallows flew, And a cock crew. The iron clanging sank through the light air, Rustled over with blowing branches. A flare Of spotted green, and a snake had gone […]
Mora Jobana (My Youth) poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
Mora jobana navelara, bhayo hai gulaal, Kaisi dhar dini bikas mori maal. Mora jobana navelara……. Nijamudin aulia ko koyi samajhaaye, Jyon jyon manaon, wo to rootha hi jaaye. Mora jobana navelara…… Chudiyan phod palang pe daaron, Is cholee ko doon main aag lagaai. Sooni saij darawan laagay, virah agni mohay dus dus jaaye […]
The Human Tragedy ACT I poem – Alfred Austin
Personages: Olive- Godfrid- Gilbert. Protagonist: Love. Place: England. Time: June-November 1857 Love! all-creating Love, primordial Power, By whom the Heavens, from whom the stars had birth, Fountain and force of air, light, season, shower, Growth, and the green apparel of the Earth, Source of the seed and secret of the flower, Parent of all […]
The Wizard Way poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alistar Crowley (1875-1947) [Dedicated to General J.C.F. Fuller] Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew Where its ray fell light as dew Lighting up the shimmering veil Maiden pure and aery frail That the spiders wove to hide Blushes of the sylvan bride […]
Greek Light
Poems about Poetry Greek Light by Kapardeli Eftichia Outdoor sacred ancient Hellenic world all in harmony class Cosmic Balance The meeting of two eagles, Mark … …. the center of the earth ‘Navel’ *** A fragrant wind drift thought my vision Delphi in the church sanctuary god Phoebus Apollo a […]
Belly Good by Marge Piercy
A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs but I’ve never seen wheat in a pile. Apples, potatoes, cabbages, carrots make lumpy stacks, but you are sleek as a seal hauled out in the winter sun. I can see you as a great goose egg or a single juicy and fully ripe […]
Job by Nelly Sachs
O you wind rose of torment! Torn by primeval storms In ever changing directions of the tempests; Yet your south is loneliness, Where you stand is the navel of pain. Your eyes are sunk deep into your skull Like cave-dwelling doves in the night Brought out blind by the huntsman, Your voice is silenced From […]
WHAT ENDING by Satish Verma
In your limpid eyes a pacifism slumps. All I could say was, wrong sex was ending in ice. Dark energy: we were not expanding Lies galore : we were casting off our skins. I will not seek afterlife. The hand carries the old coat. Retrodiction. Don’t want to shed the charm. Waited for the change which never came. Chicken, wearing love, no bones. Latest […]
A Saint Between Us by Satish Verma
He was no longer angry writing his own epitaph. Fighting a singular brute without repeating himself. Midnight. Untouchable moon drops the ear-ring. A mottled face worships a ladder expressionlessly. A monk walks past an oversexed monkey. A hidden agenda in end, shows a dirty hand. You know, I do not want to tame an exploding – navel. Transfixed I throw the bottle in a sea. One more […]
Father Of A Boy Named Sue by Shel Silverstein
(Okay now years ago I wrote a song called A Boy Named Sue and that was okay And everything except then I started to think about it and I thought It is unfair I am looking at the whole thing from the poor kid’s point of view And as I get more older and more […]
The Other by Sylvia Plath
You come in late, wiping your lips. What did I leave untouched on the doorstep– White Nike, Streaming between my walls? Smilingly, blue lightning Assumes, like a meathook, the burden of his parts. The police love you, you confess everything. Bright hair, shoe-black, old plastic, Is my life so intriguing? Is it for this you […]
Tale Of A Tub by Sylvia Plath
The photographic chamber of the eye records bare painted walls, while an electric light lays the chromium nerves of plumbing raw; such poverty assaults the ego; caught naked in the merely actual room, the stranger in the lavatory mirror puts on a public grin, repeats our name but scrupulously reflects the usual terror. Just how […]
Snakecharmer by Sylvia Plath
As the gods began one world, and man another, So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere With moon-eye, mouth-pipe, He pipes. Pipes green. Pipes water. Pipes water green until green waters waver With reedy lengths and necks and undulatings. And as his notes twine green, the green river Shapes its images around his sons. He […]
Snakecharmer by Sylvia Plath
As the gods began one world, and man another, So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere With moon-eye, mouth-pipe, He pipes. Pipes green. Pipes water. Pipes water green until green waters waver With reedy lengths and necks and undulatings. And as his notes twine green, the green river Shapes its images around his sons. He […]
Maudlin by Sylvia Plath
Mud-mattressed under the sign of the hag In a clench of blood, the sleep-talking virgin Gibbets with her curse the moon’s man, Faggot-bearing Jack in his crackless egg : Hatched with a claret hogshead to swig He kings it, navel-knit to no groan, But at the price of a pin-stitched skin Fish-tailed girls purchase each […]
Maudlin by Sylvia Plath
Mud-mattressed under the sign of the hag In a clench of blood, the sleep-talking virgin Gibbets with her curse the moon’s man, Faggot-bearing Jack in his crackless egg : Hatched with a claret hogshead to swig He kings it, navel-knit to no groan, But at the price of a pin-stitched skin Fish-tailed girls purchase each […]
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Proclamation Without Pretension by Tristan Tzara
Proclamation Without Pretension by Tristan Tzara Art is going to sleep for a new world to be born “ART”-parrot word-replaced by DADA, PLESIOSAURUS, or handkerchief The talent THAT CAN BE LEARNED makes the poet a druggist TODAY the criticism of balances no longer challenges with resemblances Hypertrophic painters hyperaes- theticized and hypnotized by the hyacinths […]
Requiem for Two by Vinko Kalinić
I can not write anything tonight. As the moon and the stars and the whole sky on this night are nothing else but cosmic panthomimes from an unsuccessful magician’s trick, sarcastic graphic signs of our civilisation, inarticulated sounds from which is imposible to read anything about perspectives of the mute universe. And the Earth, dry […]
Manifesto for your smile and my songs by Vinko Kalinic
Manifesto for your smile and my songs by Vinko Kalinic 1. classic song has rhyme. modern one has metaphors, philosophy, play of words and lots of bullshitting. my song has nothing. just you. naked. pure. with a smile of an angel and a look of a whore. ( but yes! – the most beautiful angel […]
Requiem for Two by Vinko Kalinić
I can not write anything tonight. As the moon and the stars and the whole sky on this night are nothing else but cosmic panthomimes from an unsuccessful magician’s trick, sarcastic graphic signs of our civilisation, inarticulated sounds from which is imposible to read anything about perspectives of the mute universe. And the Earth, dry […]
Manifesto for your smile and my songs by Vinko Kalinic
Manifesto for your smile and my songs by Vinko Kalinic 1. classic song has rhyme. modern one has metaphors, philosophy, play of words and lots of bullshitting. my song has nothing. just you. naked. pure. with a smile of an angel and a look of a whore. ( but yes! – the most beautiful angel […]
The Ships Are Made Ready In Silence by W. S. Merwin
The Ships Are Made Ready In Silence by W. S. Merwin Moored to the same ring: The hour, the darkness and I, Our compasses hooded like falcons. Now the memory of you comes aching in With a wash of broken bits which never left port In which once we planned voyages, They come knocking like […]
Dedication by Wole Soyinka
for Moremi, 1963 Earth will not share the rafter’s envy; dung floors Break, not the gecko’s slight skin, but its fall Taste this soil for death and plumb her deep for life As this yam, wholly earthed, yet a living tuber To the warmth of waters, earthed as springs As roots of baobab, as the […]
Dedication From Moremi by Wole Soyinka
Earth will not share the rafter’s envy; dung floors Break, not the gecko’s slight skin, but its fall Taste this soil for death and plumb her deep for life As this yam, wholly earthed, yet a living tuber To the warmth of waters, earthed as springs As roots of baobab, as the hearth. The air […]