| The Wheat Fields | Lo, the drowsy heat of summer
Hanging humid, low and near,
As peasants gleaning frail and humble
Thank the Lord whom they revere.
Lo, the wheat-line yon receding
Into gray obscurity—
How thankless greed absconds with nature
And her virgin... | John W. May |
| Reminiscent of Jeremy | If you cut me
Do I not bleed?
For your sympathy must I plead?
Such was the refrain of a 12-year-old
After abuses, untold
Perpetrated by his classmates
Just Tom-foolery, not hate
A teacher was told
The boys recieved a stern "scold"
But, a... | Russell Anderson |
| "The Tornado Inside of Me" | "The Tornado Inside of Me" I was two men, living two lives, but had only one heart and two eyes. I was torn, ripped by confliction, by the path I want to take and the path of my addiction. And over time these two paths have crossed, ending with one... | Jefferson Barber |
| The Canyon Wren | I stand alone in silence
Lost in years again
and dwell upon the Canyon
with my lonely desert friend.
He sings to me through seasons,
and drifting summer winds
in notes that skip like pebbles
sprinkled from the rim.
His solo praises majesty
... | Sue Wilkinson |
| Tomorrow: A Day Too Late | No more to see the sunrise
or watch the raging sea.
Tomorrow isn’t promised,
to either you or me.
No more to hear the laughter
of children as they play.
Tomorrow isn’t for us,
we passed on today.
No more to work or leisure
or lying down... | Linda Yoest |
| Ava | Ashes slowly embrace the lake
As dawn begins to break
Remnants of once a living soul
Discovered the art of letting go
Her name was Ava
Prima ballerina
Entire universe on her toes
Delicate beauty like a rose
A figure... | Francelle Ortega |
| Gallery of Words | A quick grasp on her beloved pen
Same energy just like back then
Paper, ink, and a cup of tea
New horizon to explore and see
Cluster of words quite entangled
Voluntarily they just mingled
In search of their rightful place
Longing for a warm... | Francelle Ortega |
| The Shriek of the Night bird | The Shriek of the Night Bird- Abby Kesington
The shriek of the Hermit thrush
Splinters the fragile peace of nightfall
High pitched, emotions threatens to crush
The looming fright disguised as bird-call
The raspy notes fails to calm
the... | Abby Kesington |
| The Road Not Taken | Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the... | Robert Frost |
| Dust of Snow | The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock... | Robert Frost |
| Regret | Long ago I wished to leave
" The house where I was born; "
Long ago I used to grieve,
My home seemed so forlorn.
In other years, its silent rooms
Were filled with haunting fears;
Now, their very memory comes
O'ercharged with tender... | Charlotte Brontë |
| Life | LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall... | Charlotte Brontë |
| Evening Solace | THE human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in... | Charlotte Brontë |
| Pleasure | A Short Poem or Else Not Say I
True pleasure breathes not city air,
Nor in Art's temples dwells,
In palaces and towers where
The voice of Grandeur... | Charlotte Brontë |
| Winter Stores | WE take from life one little share,
And say that this shall be
A space, redeemed from toil and care,
From tears and sadness... | Charlotte Brontë |
| The Dawn Wind | The Fifteenth... | Rudyard Kipling |
| If | If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied... | Rudyard Kipling |
| O Captain! My Captain! |
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
...
| Walt Whitman |
| The Pet-Lamb | A PASTORAL
THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
I heard a voice; it said, 'Drink, pretty creature, drink!'
And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain-lamb with a Maiden at its... | William Wordsworth |
| A Dream Within A Dream | Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a... | Edgar Allan Poe |
| The Raven | Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber... | Edgar Allan Poe |
| Nothing Gold Can Stay | Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
... | Robert Frost |
| Daffodils | I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the... | William Wordsworth |
| I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud | I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine... | William Wordsworth |
| Parting | THERE'S no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There's such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in one's... | Charlotte Brontë |
