“`The smiling slopes with olive groves bedecked” poem – Alfred Austin
`The smiling slopes with olive groves bedecked, Now darkly green, now, as the breeze did stir, Spectral and white, as though the air were flecked With elfin branches laced with gossamer; And then so faint, the eye could scarce detect Which the gray hillside, which the foliage fair; Until once more it dense and […]
The Silent Muse poem – Alfred Austin
“Why have you silent been so long?” In tones of mild rebuke you ask. Know you not, kindly friend, that Song Is the “Gay Science,” not a task? It is but when it pleaseth God The blackthorn blows, the acorns fall; The Muse ignores a mortal’s nod, And will not come to beck and […]
The Season poem – Alfred Austin
In honest times, when purer manners reigned, And Virtue never save by Vice was pained, The Poet’s pen might flagrant scandals call By manly names, the property of all, And, like the prophets bold of Sacred Writ, Discard the sleight of circumambient wit. Now, so corruptly chaste our ways are grown, E’en words, turned […]
The Reply Of Q. Horatius Flaccus To A Roman “Round-Robin” poem – Alfred Austin
Good friends, you urge my Odes grow trite, And that of worthless station, Of fleeting youth and joy, I write With endless iteration. But say, in mortals, base or great, Have you a change detected? Are they, when victors, less elate, When vanquished, less dejected? Do they no more in mundane mire For golden […]
The Poet And The Muse poem – Alfred Austin
Whither, and whence, and why hast fled? Thou art dumb, my muse; thou art dumb, thou art dead, As a waterless stream, as a leafless tree. What have I done to banish thee? But a moon ago, the whole day long My ears were full of the sound of song; And still through my […]
The Passing Of The Primroses poem – Alfred Austin
Primroses, why do you pass away? Primroses Nay, rather, why should we longer stay? We are not needed, now stooping showers Have sandalled the feet of May with flowers. Surely, surely, ’tis time to go, Now that the splendid bluebells blow, Scattering a bridal peal, to hail June blushing under her hawthorn veil. We […]
The Passing Of The Century poem – Alfred Austin
How shall we comfort the Dying Year? Beg him to linger, or bid him go? The light in his eyes burns dim and low, His hands are clammy, his pulse beats slow, He wanders and mumbles, but doth not hear. The lanes are sodden, the leaf-drifts sere, And the wrack is weaving his shroud […]
The Passing Of Spring poem – Alfred Austin
Spring came out of the woodland chase, With her violet eyes and her primrose face, With an iris scarf for her sole apparel, And a voice as blithe as a blackbird’s carol. As she flitted by garth and slipped through glade, Her light limbs winnowed the wind, and made The gold of the pollened […]
The Owl And The Lark poem – Alfred Austin
A grizzled owl at midnight moped Where thick the ivy glistened; So I, who long have vainly groped For wisdom, leaned and listened. Its perch was firm, its aspect staid, Its big eyes gleamed and brightened; Now, now at last, will doubt be laid, Now yearning be enlightened. “Tu-whit! Tu-whoo!” the bird discoursed, “Tu-whoo! […]
The Old Land And The Young Land poem – Alfred Austin
The Young Land said, “I have borne it long, But can suffer it now no more; I must end this endless inhuman wrong Within hail of my own free shore. So fling out the war-flag’s folds, and let the righteous cannons roar!” ‘Twas a quick, rash word, for the strong Young Land Is a […]
The Lover’s Song poem – Alfred Austin
When Winter hoar no longer holds The young year in his gripe, And bleating voices fill the folds, And blackbirds pair and pipe; Then coax the maiden where the sap Awakes the woodlands drear, And pour sweet wildflowers in her lap, And sweet words in her ear. For Springtime is the season, sure, Since […]
The Last Redoubt poem – Alfred Austin
Kacelyevo’s slope still felt The cannon’s bolt and the rifles’ pelt; For a last redoubt up the hill remained, By the Russ yet held, by the Turk not gained. Mehemet Ali stroked his beard; His lips were clinched and his look was weird; Round him were ranks of his ragged folk, Their faces blackened […]
“The lark confinèd in his cage” poem – Alfred Austin
The lark confinèd in his cage, And captive in his wing, Though fluttering with imprisoned rage, Forbeareth not to sing. But still the strain, though loud and long, Is but the mock of mirth, Not that dawn-dewy nuptial song That weddeth Heaven with Earth. Voice that in freedom seems so soft, Fettered, sounds harsh […]
The Human Tragedy ACT IV poem – Alfred Austin
Personages: Gilbert- Miriam- Olympia- Godfrid. Protagonists: Love- Religion- Patriotism- Humanity. Place: Rome-Paris. Time: August 1870 -Close of May1871 And Miriam’s prayer was heard. The hosts of France Low in the dust, low in dishonour, lay: Broken her tumbrils, blunted was her lance, And tinsel Empire vanished in a day. The serried tramp of men, […]
The Human Tragedy ACT III poem – Alfred Austin
Personages: Godfrid- Gilbert- Miriam- Olympia. Protagonists: Love- Religion- * Patriotism. Place: Capri-Mentana. Time: October-November 1867 The laggard Child of Liberty and Light, Long travailed by the centuries, now was born: She had put off the obloquy of night, And like a Goddess stood, facing the morn. Minerva’s self had not more full-grown might At […]
The Human Tragedy ACT II poem – Alfred Austin
Personages: Olympia- Godfrid- Gilbert- Olive. Protagonists: Love- Religion. Place: Spiaggiascura-Milan-Florence. Time: March 1858-May 1859 There is a little city in the South, A silent little city by the sea, Where a swift Alpine torrent finds its mouth, And billowy mountains subside smilingly. It knows nor weeping skies nor dewless drouth, No seasons, save when […]
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 Golden Year! poem – Alfred Austin
When piped the love-warm throstle shrill, And all the air was laden With scent of dew and daffodil, I saw a youth and maiden, Whose colour, Spring-like, came and fled, ‘Mong purple copses straying, While birchen tassels overhead Like marriage-bells kept swaying; Filled with that joy that lingers still, Which Eve brought out of […]
Yours & Mine poem – Alice Fulton poems | Poetry Monster
Through your lens the sequoia swallowed me like a dryad. The camera flashed & forgot. I, on the other hand, must practice my absent- mindedness, memory being awkward as a touch that goes unloved. Lately your eyes have shut down to a shade more durable than skin’s. I know you love distance, how it smooths. […]
Wibble Wobble poem – Alexander E Musset poems | Poetry Monster
If you’ve got a bowl of jelly, Quickly put it in your belly, Just in case it might wobble away, Because when it wibble wobbles, It might cause a lot of trouble, If it falls on the floor, And slides away, Your dog might have a gobble, And start to wibble wobble, And […]
Why?
by Alex Gross You’ve asked me already. Yet you want to know. What need have you to question Everything I say and do? Being conventional is overrated. Why? you ask. Because I must be myself. Do I Tell you to learn to play An Instrument that no One has heard of? […]
Where Are You?
by Alex Gross This is the time when I text you I’m bored in this hallway all alone. I need to see your familiar smiley face emoticon But you’re not here, Where Are You? This is the time when you call me. I hear your little voice: “We’re here, Alex, I […]
Terrible Ted poem – Alexander E. Musset poems | Poetry Monster
Terrible Ted was really bad, He broke every toy he ever had, He would: Bash them and smash them! Crash them and trash them! And terrible things like that. He would: Bite off their heads, Pull off their legs, And set them on fire with a match. But you see, […]
Tell Me
by Alex Gross Don’t walk away from me. I’m trying to talk to you. I know what you’re feeling, But I don’t know what is Going on in your head. Please tell me. It’s obvious I’ve upset you, So don’t pretend I haven’t. I know you well enough To know when […]
Teacher
by Alex Gross I remember when I feared you. I Always thought I was inferior, And that sooner or later, you would Find out. I remember when I distrusted you. I always thought I was wrong in some Way. And that sooner or later, you would Find out. I remember […]
Sleep
by Alex Gross I’m waiting for you to come to me. I’ve done everything in my power To Please you. It’s cold, and dark, just Like you like it. Now why Don’t you come to me? It’s four AM and I feel like shit. This is when I want you the […]
Roar Shack poem – Alice Fulton poems | Poetry Monster
Many see a flutterby when they look into this omniscience I see as a skinniness too densely drawn or a mystery unhinged by its own symmetry, a twinning I think of as a listener that thinks along with me, fused in a tweed, a red herring- bone weave in the dazzling darkness and bleached […]
Alexander E. Musset
About Alexander E. Musset Alexander E. Musset, Writer of humorous children’s poems and stories. Based in Willesden Green, London, Alexander E. Musset writes short humorous poems, and long rhyming stories with a distinct Dr Seuss feel. His work is at the same time funny, witty, intelligent, or just plain ridiculous. His first book […]
Our Soul’s Gestation
by Alexa Shelby Each vessel is an apple: Round, annular and beaming exuding empathy, caliber. Full to the brim, to the core unsure of how to grow. Only anticipating the ceaseless picking – Imagine such an aimless existence! Whole and uncorrupted, permanently cherished; And momentarily loved by all […]
Intruder
by Alex Gross Innocent little girl walking. She is preoccupied, at the moment with An enigma which plagues all young girls At a point. Which Barbie Doll do I want? Another thought enters her head: What’s for dinner? Then: What’s on TV tonight? She goes on her merry way. Along […]
Inside/Outside The Window
by Alexander Russo Two horses grazing in a distant field. Closer up, a few leaves twisting on a branch. The leaves begin to take on A strange new presence: crinkled, stubborn face. One resembles a monster, paying off a bad Kharmic debt. It groans, swaying back and forth, like the broken […]
Industrial Lace poem – Alice Fulton poems | Poetry Monster
The city had such pretty clotheslines. Women aired their intimate apparel in the emery haze: membranes of lingerie— pearl, ruby, copper slips— their somehow intestinal quivering in the wind. And Freihofer’s spread the chaste, apron scent of baking, a sensual net over a few yards of North Troy. The city had Niagara […]
Do You Know What It’s Like
by Alexandra Gross Do you know what it’s like To be different? To never Feel quite right with people? To be in a crowd and yet utterly Alone? To wish for someone Who understands you completely, And come to the realisation that No such person exists? I do. Do you know […]
That devil of a man
by Alexander McConnell Many were wiser and many tried to advise her, and many tried to save the heart and soul of the child who had fallen for the wild, wild and wicked devil of a man Many were wiser and many tried to make her see, and many tried to […]
Because We Never Practiced With The Escape Chamber poem – Alice Fulton poems | Poetry Monster
we had to read the instructions as we sank. In a hand like carded lace. Not nuclear warheads on the sea’s floor nor the violet flow over the reactor will outlive this sorrowful rhyme. Vain halo! My project becalmed, I’ll find I’ve built a monument more passing than a breeze. It will cost us, Pobrecito. […]
Aplogize
by Alex Gross This is a question to teachers. Why does everyone make kids Apologize to other kids? It doesn’t make sense if you consider it. If I am little Ally, and I pushed little Timmy You make me apologize; you don’t punish me. I’m not sorry. Don’t tell me to […]
Alone
by Alex Gross What do you say when you Are with people? You say you Want to be alone. What do you say When you are alone? You say you Want to be with people. I’ll tell you why that is. It’s because You are never alone. Your thoughts Are always […]
About Face poem – Alice Fulton poems | Poetry Monster
Because life’s too short to blush, I keep my blood tucked in. I won’t be mortified by what I drive or the flaccid vivacity of my last dinner party. I take my cue from statues posing only in their shoulder pads of snow: all January you can see them working on their granite tans. […]
To the Muse poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Block – Alexandre Block – Alexandr Blok – Александр Блок (1880-1921) In your hidden memories There are fatal tidings of doom… A curse on sacred traditions, A desecration of happiness; And a power so alluring That I am ready to repeat the rumour That you have brought angels down from […]
Those Born In Obscure Times poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Block – Alexandre Block – Alexandr Blok – Александр Блок (1880-1921) Those born in obscure times Do not remember their way. We, children of Russia’s frightful years Cannot forget a thing. Incinerating years!, do you bring tidings of madness or of hope? The days of war, the days of freedom […]