Poem by Dylan Thomas: A Child's Christmas In Wales

Poem by Dylan Thomas: A Child's Christmas In Wales

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One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.

All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. In goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing sea, and

Poem by Ted Kooser: A Birthday Poem

 Poem by Ted Kooser: A Birthday Poem

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Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket

Poem by John Keats: A Thing Of Beauty

 Poem by John Keats: A Thing Of Beauty

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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

Its lovliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Poem by Emily Dickinson: "Nature" Is What We See

 Poem by Emily Dickinson: "Nature" Is What We See

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"Nature" is what we see.....

The Hill.....the Afternoon.....

Squirrel.....Eclipse..... the Bumble bee.....

Nay.....Nature is Heaven.....

Nature is what we hear.....

The Bobolink.....the Sea.....

Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: A Psalm Of Life

 A Psalm Of Life - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
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Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Poem by Emily Jane Brontë: Hope

 Poem by Emily Jane Brontë: Hope

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Hope was but a timid friend;

She sat without the grated den,

Watching how my fate would tend,

Even as selfish-hearted men.

She was cruel in her fear;

Through the bars, one dreary day,

Poem by John McCrae: The Hope Of My Heart

Poem by John McCrae: The Hope Of My Heart

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I left, to earth, a little maiden fair,

With locks of gold, and eyes that shamed the light;

I prayed that God might have her in His care

And sight.

Earth's love was false; her voice, a siren's song;

(Sweet mother-earth was but a lying name)

Poem by Emily Dickinson: Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

 Poem by Emily Dickinson: Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

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'Hope' is the thing with feathers....

That perches in the soul...

And sings the tune without the words....

And never stops.....at all....

And sweetest....in the Gale....is heard.....

My Fathers, The Baltic - Poem by Philip Levine

My Fathers, The Baltic - Poem by Philip Levine

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Along the strand stones,

busted shells, wood scraps,

bottle tops, dimpled

and stainless beer cans.

Something began here

a century ago,

a nameless disaster,

perhaps a voyage

to the lost continent

where I was born.

Now the cold winds

of March dimple

Love Poem by Derek Walcott: Love After Love

 Poem by Derek Walcott: Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.

Love Poem by Udiah - Lost Love (Love Love Love)

 Love Poem by Udiah - Lost Love (Love Love Love)

How do you write a poem

about Love?

It cannot be caught

and is beyond words’

power of depiction.

It has no place to be,

all places are filled

with Love.

Without Love would

anything have any savour?

Poem by Pablo Neruda: I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

Poem by Pablo Neruda: I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

This is Love Poem

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you

Poem by William Shakespeare - A Fairy Song

Read the Poem by William Shakespeare - A Fairy Song

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;

Poem by William Shakespeare - A Lover's Complaint

FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.

Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
The carcass of beauty spent and done:
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage,
Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age.

Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
Which on it had conceited characters,
Laundering the silken figures in the brine
That season'd woe had pelleted in tears,
And often reading what contents it bears;

Latest Poem: All The World's A Stage - Poem by William Shakespeare

 Latest Poem: All The World's A Stage - Poem by William Shakespeare

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Latest Poem: On Aging - Poem by Maya Angelou

 Latest Poem: On Aging - Poem by Maya Angelou

When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself.
Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me!
Hold! Stop your sympathy!
Understanding if you got it,
Otherwise I’ll do without it!

Read Poem: On The Pulse Of Morning - Poem by Maya Angelou

 Read Poem: On The Pulse Of Morning - Poem by Maya Angelou

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spelling words
Armed for slaughter.
The rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.

Latest Poem: Phenomenal Woman - Poem by Maya Angelou

 Latest Poem: Phenomenal Woman - Poem by Maya Angelou...

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.

The Proud King By William Morris Is A Narrative Poem - The Prove

The Proud King By William Morris Is A Narrative Poem - The Prove

Base on research it clear that narrative poetry is such that tells tale with the use of dramatic elements. Paradise Lost by John Milton, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
The Proud King by William Morris also falls under the category of narrative poetry; and we shall support this claim with just three points below:

(1) It has Lengthiness:- One of the common characteristics of

You Must Read: Rainy Season Love Song by Acquah Laluah

You Must Read: Rainy Season Love Song by Acquah Laluah

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Out of the tense awed darkness my Frangipani comes
While the blades of Heaven flash round her and the roll of thunder drums
My young heart leaps and dances with exquisite joy and pain
As storm within and storm without I meet my love in the rain

The rain is in love with you darling: ’tis kissing you everywhere
Rain pattering o’er your small brown feet rain in