by Alan Noakes
I raise my head slowly
Old eyes peer through the glass
I see the leaves gently swaying
Fondly caressed,
By a soft south west breeze.
Rooftops baked in the sun
Shadows cast, as windows
Sparkle in reflection.
Higher and higher
I raise my gaze,
The heaven a deep blue wonder
Clouds yonder
Shaped by the wind.
I begin to remember and ponder.
Memories like dreams
Skipping through my mind
Frivolous or so it seems,
Good and bad ones I find.
My smile is gone,
Eyes close, and
Sadness descends.
My voice raises a song,
But it is only a lament,
In this old body spent.
So many regrets
Shivering in a cold sweat
So many lost loves
Who flew like doves
Into the heavens.
So many stolen
As life’s ending is spoken.
I lower my head slowly
Old eyes cast down dimly.
Shoulders sink in a deep sigh
My own journey will end,
With a last look to the sky.
Copyright ©:
Alan Noakes
A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper:
- I Know A Man by Yehuda Amichai
- Love’s Blindness poem – Alfred Austin
- A Dialogue Between The Soul And Body poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Late September poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Олег Бундур – Где живут мысли
- Wherever You Go, There You Are by Ryssel Guzman
- When the Lad for Longing Sigh poem – A. E. Housman
- Psalm 04 poem – John Milton poems
- A Literature Lesson. Sir Patrick Spens in the Eighteenth Century Manner by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Far Within Us #1 by Vasko Popa
- Lover’s Gifts XVIII: Your Days by Rabindranath Tagore
- Robert Burns: Address Of Beelzebub: To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. M’Kenzie of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. Macdonald of Glengary to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing-Liberty.
- Sonnet CXXXIV by William Shakespeare
- Иван Бунин – Беру твою руку и долго смотрю
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- A Snow-White Lily poem – Alfred Austin
- A Sleepless Night poem – Alfred Austin
- A Shakespeare Memorial poem – Alfred Austin
- A Royal Home-Coming poem – Alfred Austin
- A Reply To A Pessimist poem – Alfred Austin
- A Rare Guest poem – Alfred Austin
- A Question poem – Alfred Austin
- A Question Answered poem – Alfred Austin
- A Portrait poem – Alfred Austin
- A Point Of Honour poem – Alfred Austin
- A Poet’s Eightieth Birthday poem – Alfred Austin
- A November Note poem – Alfred Austin
- A Night In June poem – Alfred Austin
- A Meeting poem – Alfred Austin
- A March Minstrel poem – Alfred Austin
- A Letter From Italy poem – Alfred Austin
- A Last Request poem – Alfred Austin
- A Fragment poem – Alfred Austin
- A Florilegium poem – Alfred Austin
- A Farmhouse Dirge poem – Alfred Austin
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
