Citatepedia^®.com

Blistering Battle

nice your touch that touches my nice
morning aflame blows serene at shrine
nice your choice of feathering the fathom
height beyond high ever clinging the clinks

white the reason flies pigeon with wings
tilt is the space splashes Trozan to pieces
paramount horse now kneeling to divan
beseeching tears care touching my flair

here the dear the leaves and dust
broken the dreams that flying to flow
thirst behind cry my dreaming aglow
fume the blooming as blazing the furrow

seen not seen while hovering the hammock
cool my passion ignites your fling
plaintive the spasm you hear the dear
the mast I did against storm drastic

[...] Read more

poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Dandelions

Welcome children of the Spring,
In your garbs of green and gold,
Lifting up your sun-crowned heads
On the verdant plain and wold.

As a bright and joyous troop
From the breast of earth ye came
Fair and lovely are your cheeks,
With sun-kisses all aflame.

In the dusty streets and lanes,
Where the lowly children play,
There as gentle friends ye smile,
Making brighter life's highway

Dewdrops and the morning sun,
Weave your garments fair and bright,
And we welcome you to-day
As the children of the light.

[...] Read more

poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Fallen Priest

Humble servant of a Church so vast
Chastity, poverty, service vowed
For this, forgiven a jaded past
He kissed Bishop’s ring ‘n bowed

Lived in austere room neath altar
This robed servant with pointy nose
From priestly duties vowed not falter
He had many prayers to compose

Then carnal urges forced him yield
For a man was meant to procreate
With altar boys he played the field
His primal instincts he did satiate

To Church ‘n self brought he shame
For evil done upon the sons of men
With mortal sin he set his soul aflame
As has happened time ‘n time again

[...] Read more

poem by Ray Lucero
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

The Remonstrance

I was at peace until you came
And set a careless mind aflame;
I lived in quiet; cold, content;
All longing in safe banishment,
Until your ghostly lips and eyes
Made wisdom unwise.

Naught was in me to tempt your feet
To seek a lodging. Quite forgot
Lay the sweet solitude we two
In childhood used to wander through;
Time's cold had closed my heart about,
And shut you out.

Well, and what then? . . . O vision grave,
Take all the little all I have!
Strip me of what in voiceless throught
Life's kept of life, unhoped, unsought! --
Reverie and dream that memory must
Hide deep in dust!

[...] Read more

poem by Walter de la Mare
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

In Water

You’re fraught with words, better go sit in water;
For they swell with meaning and glow more in water.

Look for the heart in the chest and roast it on embers
Look for the blood in the liver and drink it in water.

Tomorrow Kashmir will stretch in the sun like a desert,
The day after Ladakh and Leh will float in water.

Under the hollow banks frightened waves take refuge;
Lord Jaldev is born with fire in water.

At mid day, even the sun gets soaked in sweat;
At the end, even the moon catches fire in water.

Even in excitement, sometimes, people set towns on fire;
Even for fun, sometimes, people pour poison in water.

The lost cow is looking for the elevensome, would someone tell her?
Five drowned in dry land, six are aflame in water.

[...] Read more

poem by Amin Kamil
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

An Actor

Some one ('tis hardly new) has oddly said
The color of a trumpet's blare is red;
And Joseph Emmett thinks the crimson shame
On woman's cheek a trumpet-note of fame.
The more the red storm rises round her nose
The more her eyes averted seek her toes,
He fancies all the louder he can hear
The tube resounding in his spacious ear,
And, all his varied talents to exert,
Darkens his dullness to display his dirt.
And when the gallery's indecent crowd,
And gentlemen below, with hisses loud,
In hot contention (these his art to crown,
And those his naked nastiness to drown)
Make such a din that cheeks erewhile aflame
Grow white and in their fear forget their shame,
With impudence imperial, sublime,
Unmoved, the patient actor bides his time,
Till storm and counter-storm are both allayed,
Like donkeys, each by t'other one outbrayed.

[...] Read more

poem by Ambrose Bierce
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Back to Puget Sound

I will admit I've learned, no, I've absorbed, the sullen firs,
The moss, the ferns, the dark and dreadful dripping sky,
The surging waters, sorrow, death, and, now, beneath
Your shallow sun and trees like lollipops and flat
Horizons, I am out of place, a bat among a cattle herd.
A thousand races crowd the shore, and babble sets
The mind aflame, but, here, a single voice prevails,
A dull and never-changing lowing, lulling those who
Hear it, and who make it, into mindlessness. The
Drone of God and country, and of whiteness, and
The certainty that things which are not these are
Evil, casts a pall across this otherwise absurdly
Cheery land. I love it here when only you are
With me looking out across this valley at the
Rippling fields, but all the darkness I absorbed,
The ringing in my ears that comes from never
Hearing foreign voices, force me, after all these
Years, to open up my wings and fly for home.

poem by Lawrence Beck
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Poem from a Picture

(Children at play on a French Battlefield)
'When I was a child,'
You shall tell one day,
Children, on these blackened fields
Gallantly at play,
'All the quiet sky
Burst in death aflame;
One day, I was young,
Then . . . The Horror came.'
'When I was a child . . .'
Wind-tossed leaves of war,
Is there childhood still for you,
Wise in horror-lore,
Who have heard your sisters' screams
Shattering your play,
Seen your mothers past their dead
Led to shame away?
Ragged, helpless, maimed,
Hungry, left alone
Where the smoking roof-beams lie

[...] Read more

poem by Margaret Widdemer
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Sheer Class

The regal lion's earnt his fame
As sovereign lord and more,
His golden fur as if aflame,
His gaze forever sure...
His stature none could dare improve,
For his is quite renowned...
His eyes aware of every move,
His ears of every sound...

Aristocratic... every day...
As if the world were his...
As if all others must obey,
Or things would be amiss...
Behold the king, for such is he,
Behold the noble grace,
Behold the royal majesty
That shines upon his face...

The many battles he has fought
Were won beyond all doubt,

[...] Read more

poem by Denis Martindale
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

The Poet

There was strength in him and the weak won freely from it,
There was an infinite pity, and hard hearts grew soft thereby,
There was truth so unshrinking and starry-shining,
Men read clear by its light and learned to scorn a lie.

His were songs so full of a wholesome laughter
Those whose courage was ashen found it once more aflame,
His was a child-like faith and wandering feet were guided,
His was a hope so joyous despair was put to shame.

His was the delicate insight and his the poignant vision
Whereby the world might learn what wine-lipped roses know,
What a drift of rain might lisp on a gray sea-dawning,
Or a pale spring of the woodland babble low.

He builded a castle of dream and a palace of rainbow fancy,
And the starved souls of his fellows lived in them and grew glad;­
And yet­there were those who mocked the gifts of his generous giving,
And some­but he smiled and forgave them­who deemed him wholly mad!

poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!