Far In a Western Brookland poem – Alfred Edward Housman
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to know. There, in the windless night-time, The wanderer, marvelling why, Halts on the bridge to hearken How soft the poplars sigh. He hears: no more remembered In fields where I was known, Here I lie […]
Far In a Western Brookland poem – Alfred Edward Housman
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to know. There, in the windless night-time, The wanderer, marvelling why, Halts on the bridge to hearken How soft the poplars sigh. He hears: no more remembered In fields where I was known, Here I lie […]
Epitaph On An Army of Mercenaries poem – A. E. Housman
These, in the day when heaven was falling, The hour when earth’s foundations fled, Followed their mercenary calling And took their wages and are dead. Their shoulders held the sky suspended; They stood, and earth’s foundations stay; What God abandoned, these defended, And saved the sum of things for pay. Alfred Edward HousemanAlfred Edward […]
Could Man Be Drunk Forever poem – A. E. Housman
Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning And lief lie down of nights. But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts, And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts. Alfred Edward HousemanAlfred Edward Housman (1859-1936) was an […]
Bring, In This Timeless Grave To Throw poem – A. E. Housman
XLVI Bring, in this timeless grave to throw No cypress, sombre on the snow; Snap not from the bitter yew His leaves that live December through; Break no rosemary, bright with rime And sparkling to the cruel crime; Nor plod the winter land to look For willows in the icy brook To cast them […]
Bredon Hill poem – A. E. Housman
In summertime on Bredon The bells they sound so clear; Round both the shires they ring them In steeples far and near, A happy noise to hear. Here of a Sunday morning My love and I would lie, And see the coloured counties, And hear the larks so high About us in the sky. The […]
As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre poem – A. E. Housman
As through the wild green hills of Wyre The train ran, changing sky and shire, And far behind, a fading crest, Low in the forsaken west Sank the high-reared head of Clee, My hand lay empty on my knee. Aching on my knee it lay: That morning half a shire away So many an honest […]
Along the field as we came poem – A. E. Housman
ALONG the field as we came by A year ago, my love and I, The aspen over stile and stone Was talking to itself alone. ‘Oh who are these that kiss and pass? A country lover and his lass; Two lovers looking to be wed; And time shall put them both to bed, But she […]
The Haymakers’ Song poem – Alfred Austin
HERE’S to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink! That lays it in and mows it, Clink, jugs, clink! To him that mows and makes it, That scatters it and shakes it, That turns, and teds, and rakes it, Clink, jugs, clink! Now here ’s to him that stacks it, Drink, lads, drink! That […]
Love’s Blindness poem – Alfred Austin
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, no light, no hopefulness, no mirth, Pleasure nor purpose, when thou art not nigh. Thy absence exiles sunshine from the sky, Seres Spring’s maturity, checks Summer’s birth, Leaves linnet’s pipe as sad as plover’s cry, […]
At His Grave poem – Alfred Austin
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The laughing rivulet leaps and falls, The thrush exults, the cuckoo calls, And he lies hush’d beneath. With myrtle cross and crown of rose, And every lowlier flower that blows, His new-made couch is dress’d; […]
Agatha poem – Alfred Austin
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She stops, she stoops, she plucks a flower. She feels the ferment of the hour: She broodeth when the ringdove broods; The sun and flying clouds have power Upon her cheek and changing moods. She cannot […]
Loves Blindness
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, no light, no hopefulness, no mirth, Pleasure nor purpose, when thou art not nigh. Thy absence exiles sunshine from the sky, Seres Spring’s maturity, checks Summer’s birth, Leaves linnet’s pipe as sad as plover’s cry, […]
The Haymakers Song
HERE’S to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink! That lays it in and mows it, Clink, jugs, clink! To him that mows and makes it, That scatters it and shakes it, That turns, and teds, and rakes it, Clink, jugs, clink! Now here ’s to him that stacks it, Drink, lads, drink! That […]
Loves Blindness
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, no light, no hopefulness, no mirth, Pleasure nor purpose, when thou art not nigh. Thy absence exiles sunshine from the sky, Seres Spring’s maturity, checks Summer’s birth, Leaves linnet’s pipe as sad as plover’s cry, […]
At His Grave
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The laughing rivulet leaps and falls, The thrush exults, the cuckoo calls, And he lies hush’d beneath. With myrtle cross and crown of rose, And every lowlier flower that blows, His new-made couch is dress’d; […]
Agatha
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She stops, she stoops, she plucks a flower. She feels the ferment of the hour: She broodeth when the ringdove broods; The sun and flying clouds have power Upon her cheek and changing moods. She cannot […]
Why
Why? by Alex Gross Email Share 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 […]
Where Are You
Where Are You? by Alex Gross Email Share 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. […]
Tell Me
Tell Me by Alex Gross Email Share 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. […]
Teacher
Teacher by Alex Gross Email Share 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, […]
Sleep
Sleep by Alex Gross Email Share 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. […]
Ode To A Harmonica
Ode to a Harmonica by Alex Gross Email Share I love you, Janis, Because my lips go with you so naturally. I never regret kissing you, Bercause I know that you Have felt my kiss alone. You were made for my kiss. I love you Janis, Because […]
Intruder
Intruder by Alex Gross Email Share 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 […]
Do You Know What Its Like
Do You Know What It’s Like by Alexandra Gross Email Share 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 […]
Yours & Mine poem – Alice Fulton
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. […]
Woman In Front Of Poster Of Herself poem – Alice Notley
Said I shouldn’t. Fingering me. Everything I did. A litter of chewed knucklebones I’ve spread them out over the rectangular floor as regularly as I can; so I can account for them. Her hands are crossed over her breasts and each holds a feather; her face has no features Have I come to beg What […]
Velocity Of Money poem – Allen Ginsberg
I’m delighted by the velocity of money as it whistles through the windows of Lower East Side Delighted by skyscrapers rising the old grungy apartments falling on 84th Street Delighted by inflation that drives me out on the street After all what good’s the family farm, why eat turkey by thousands every Thanksgiving? Why […]
The White Cliffs
by Alice Duer Miller I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeply Out of the sea that once made her secure. I had no thought then of husband or lover, I was a traveller, […]
The Next Chance
by Alicja Kuberska Carmine roses bloom in the midst of winter , Drowsy violets peak from under leaves And daisies stand white in the grass. The sun heats the earth And brightens short days with a warm glow. I notice tenderly embraced lovers in a park. Gracious fate gives them one more […]
The Melancholy of Birth
by Alissia Lyons In white beds by white walls a fresh candle flickers as it rises and as it stalls and the baby turned to its side a heart born on a sleeve with no place to hide and if there’s one thing it doesn’t need that’s another life to lead […]
The islands of happiness
by Alicja Kuberska dreams come true in the Bahamas let’s go there where the wind brushes the green hair of palm trees the huge ocean murmurs sleepily the golden sand remembers footprints and the sun disappears in blue water in the evening before the black butterfly appears we have time to […]
The Internet Romance
by Alicja Kuberska He awakened hope inside her, and she believed in a lucky lot. Once again, she felt beautiful, desirable – the contemporary Queen of Sheba. For her, the flowers bloomed in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Roses diffused their intoxicating perfume, and the nightingales sang at night. The stars foretold […]
The End of the World
by Alissia Lyons The end of the world was dreary And teary, and eerie and grey As some did run to their loved ones, Others did cry in dismay They trampled, and wrestled and panicked not knowing just what they should do The people of Earth, they spent their last minutes […]
The Terms In Which I Think Of Reality poem – Allen Ginsberg
Reality is a question of realizing how real the world is already. Time is Eternity, ultimate and immovable; everyone’s an angel. It’s Heaven’s mystery of changing perfection : absolute Eternity changes! Cars are always going down the street, lamps go off and on. It’s a great flat plain; we can see everything on top […]
Tears
by Alina Ahmed Every tear rolled out of the eye has different story, Every drop of it makes a different memory, Some lies in the corner, Whereas some in the shower. It follwes out when ones heart is full, makes a whole of pool, But no one understand its pull, And leaves […]
Teachers Day special
by Alina Ahmed We get pleasance in stories, The stories of our glories, Which is shown by our teachers in memories, And turns into our worries. Educators are the one who enlightens our thoughts, When we get caught, For cheating that was taught, And not for answers that were sought. […]
Succeeding Sentiments.
by Alina Ahmed Rejoicing on the melodies of my song, I realised standing on my toe, I’m strong, With all the happiness I want to play along, Where not a single thing goes wrong. A smile on the face, Thinking that now everything is in its place, I want to feel […]
Stalker poem – Alice Notley
The light so thick nothing’s visible, cognoscenti I knew them, stupid apes. Real apes know more Before we said apes. I know how to be you bet- ter?—?a stupid voice. You must find a mind to respect?—?why? There was someone with ear buds, speaking gibberish who wouldn’t stop walking beside me; freckle-spattered. I had […]
Roar Shack poem – Alice Fulton
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 […]