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POEM: AMERICA'S ANSWER BY R. W. LILLIARD REST YE in peace, ye Flanders dead. The fight that ye so bravely led We've taken up. And we will keep True faith with you who lie asleep With each a cross to mark his bed, In Flanders fields. Fear not that ye have died for naught. The torch ye threw to us we caught. Ten million hands will hold it high, And Freedom's light shall never die! We've learned the lesson that ye POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: TO THE SNIPE BY JOHN CLARE Lover of swampsThe quagmire over grownWith hassock tufts of sedge--where fear encampsAround thy home aloneThe trembling grassQuakes from the human footNor bears the weight of man to let him passWhere thou alone and muteSittest at restIn safety neath the clumpOf hugh flag forrest that thy haunts investOr some old sallow stumpThriving on seamsThat tiney island swellJust hilling POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: MARINA BY T. S. ELIOT The garboard strake leaks, the seams need caulking. This form, this face, this life. Living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me. Resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken, The awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships. What seas what shores what granite islands towards my timbers. POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORD As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS BY RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In POEM: THE HOUND OF HEAVEN BY FRANCIS THOMPSON The Hound of Heaven. by Francis Thompson. I fled Him down the nights and down the days. I fled Him down the arches of the years. I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways. Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears. I hid from him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated. POEM: THE BALLAD OF SEMMERWATER BY SIR WILLIAM WATSON Deep asleep, deep asleep, Deep asleep it lies, The still lake of Semmerwater Under the still skies. And many a fathom, many a fathom, Many a fathom below, In a king's tower and a queen's bower The fishes come and go. Once there stood by Semmerwater A mickle town and tall; King's tower and queen's bower, And the wakeman on the wall. Came a beggar halt and sore: " I faint for POEM: SAFELY HOME BY ANONYMOUS I am home in heaven, dear ones; All's so happy, all so bright! There's perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the Valley of the Shade? Oh! but Jesus' love illumined Every darkand fearful glade.
POEM: AMERICA'S ANSWER BY R. W. LILLIARD REST YE in peace, ye Flanders dead. The fight that ye so bravely led We've taken up. And we will keep True faith with you who lie asleep With each a cross to mark his bed, In Flanders fields. Fear not that ye have died for naught. The torch ye threw to us we caught. Ten million hands will hold it high, And Freedom's light shall never die! We've learned the lesson that ye POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: TO THE SNIPE BY JOHN CLARE Lover of swampsThe quagmire over grownWith hassock tufts of sedge--where fear encampsAround thy home aloneThe trembling grassQuakes from the human footNor bears the weight of man to let him passWhere thou alone and muteSittest at restIn safety neath the clumpOf hugh flag forrest that thy haunts investOr some old sallow stumpThriving on seamsThat tiney island swellJust hilling POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: MARINA BY T. S. ELIOT The garboard strake leaks, the seams need caulking. This form, this face, this life. Living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me. Resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken, The awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships. What seas what shores what granite islands towards my timbers. POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORD As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS BY RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In POEM: THE HOUND OF HEAVEN BY FRANCIS THOMPSON The Hound of Heaven. by Francis Thompson. I fled Him down the nights and down the days. I fled Him down the arches of the years. I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways. Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears. I hid from him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated. POEM: THE BALLAD OF SEMMERWATER BY SIR WILLIAM WATSON Deep asleep, deep asleep, Deep asleep it lies, The still lake of Semmerwater Under the still skies. And many a fathom, many a fathom, Many a fathom below, In a king's tower and a queen's bower The fishes come and go. Once there stood by Semmerwater A mickle town and tall; King's tower and queen's bower, And the wakeman on the wall. Came a beggar halt and sore: " I faint for DREAMING | POETRY NOOK every so often the lamp sparks! the room dims; and the eyes close, letting in the waves when they sluice and slide, gently-so as not toawaken
POEM: WHAT IS SO RARE AS A DAY IN JUNE? Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer, Into every bare inlet and creek and bay; Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God wills it; No matter how barren the past may have been, 'Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well. POEM: SAFELY HOME BY ANONYMOUS I am home in heaven, dear ones; All's so happy, all so bright! There's perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the Valley of the Shade? Oh! but Jesus' love illumined Every darkand fearful glade.
A GLIMPSE | POETRY NOOK This butterfly now flutters byand, on each wing, a giant eyeconceals she is a fragile souldarting about you as you strollwhile trees and shrubs whisper and sigh.She flutters low, flutters high,then settles on a salsify.You stop and watch, getting to know this butterfly.What flower, though, can ever tieher wings to Earth? When blossoms dryand flowers fade and grasses growandA CONSPIRACY THEORY
Peter says to PaulLet's climb on the wallAnd peer over the other side,Is the pasture green and wide?Abdul says to RasoolI am nobody's foolWhich side of the bread is butter,Or burnt, I know better.Jacob says to JosephWhy do they all make fuss?We will inherit them all --the pasture, the bread and the wall.Sunjay says to VijayLet's join this fray,Take their salt and sweatuntil SUPER POWER ME (LIFE EMPOWERMENT POEM) When that mind of yours a vicious censor screams “you can’t,“every time you even vaguely contemplate some new adventure or perhaps that dream encounter,you’ve been promising yourself and those you cherish,to the point where even staunch social contacts start to wonder what’s going on deep down inside,as golden junctures make their presence felt.Be sure to reprimand this POEM: HALLOWED GROUND BY THOMAS CAMPBELL The ticking wood-worm mocks thee, man! Thy temples,--creeds themselves grow wan! But there's a dome of nobler span, A temple given. Thy faith, that bigots dare not ban,--. Its space is heaven! Its roof, star-pictured Nature's ceiling, Where, trancing the rapt spirit's feeling, And God himself to man revealing,DREAM | POETRY NOOK
Doe-eyed spring cascadeRush reed iridescent hazeEar worm chants dawn glazeAugust azure arc awakesMystic marvels mantra makes.A FATHERS LOVE
A Father's LoveThey say that a Father's Love can withstand the test of time I can totally believe that just look at yours and mine.You always would remind me as I was growing up to never give up on projects until I gave them a second look.Remember when you told me it's simple Weezer just take a look, I watched you in absolute amazement as you taught me to read my very firstPEACE WE HAVE.
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POEM: SACRED EMILY BY GERTRUDE STEIN Compose compose beds. Wives of great men rest tranquil. Come go stay philip philip. Egg be takers. Parts of place nuts. Suppose twenty for cent. It is rose in hen. Come one day. A firm terrible a firm terrible hindering, a firm hindering have a ray nor pin nor. Egg in places. Egg in few insists. In set a place. I am not missing. Who is a permit. POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: SAFELY HOME BY ANONYMOUS I am home in heaven, dear ones; All's so happy, all so bright! There's perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the Valley of the Shade? Oh! but Jesus' love illumined Every darkand fearful glade.
POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORD As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: TO THE SNIPE BY JOHN CLARE Lover of swampsThe quagmire over grownWith hassock tufts of sedge--where fear encampsAround thy home aloneThe trembling grassQuakes from the human footNor bears the weight of man to let him passWhere thou alone and muteSittest at restIn safety neath the clumpOf hugh flag forrest that thy haunts investOr some old sallow stumpThriving on seamsThat tiney island swellJust hilling POEM: THE OLD SAILOR BY A. A. MILNE There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn't because of the state he was in. He was shipwrecked, and lived on an island for weeks, And he wanted a hat, and he wanted some breeks; And he wanted some nets, or a line and some hooks For the turtles and things which you read POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: THE HOUND OF HEAVEN BY FRANCIS THOMPSON The Hound of Heaven. by Francis Thompson. I fled Him down the nights and down the days. I fled Him down the arches of the years. I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways. Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears. I hid from him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated. POEM: THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS BY RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In POETRYNOOK.COM: POEM SEARCH ENGINE, DATABASE, & FORUM FORPOETRYSTORIESFORUMNEWSSTORERHYMES Includes a broad array of poets, from famous poets to spoken poets. Poetry search engine, database, forum, and poetry contests for thelyrical mind.
POEM: SACRED EMILY BY GERTRUDE STEIN Compose compose beds. Wives of great men rest tranquil. Come go stay philip philip. Egg be takers. Parts of place nuts. Suppose twenty for cent. It is rose in hen. Come one day. A firm terrible a firm terrible hindering, a firm hindering have a ray nor pin nor. Egg in places. Egg in few insists. In set a place. I am not missing. Who is a permit. POEM: BY THE SHORES OF GITCHE GUMEE BY HENRY WADSWORTH By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little POEM: SAFELY HOME BY ANONYMOUS I am home in heaven, dear ones; All's so happy, all so bright! There's perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the Valley of the Shade? Oh! but Jesus' love illumined Every darkand fearful glade.
POEM: THE PRINCESS AND THE GYPSIES BY FRANCES DARWIN CORNFORD As I looked out one May morning I saw the tree-tops green;I said: ‘My crown I will lay down And live no more a queen.’Then I tripped down my golden steps Dressed in my silken gown,And when I stood in the open wood I met some gypsies brown.‘O gentle, gentle gypsies That roam the wide world through,Because I hate my crown and state, O let me come with you!‘My councillors are old POEM: TO THE SNIPE BY JOHN CLARE Lover of swampsThe quagmire over grownWith hassock tufts of sedge--where fear encampsAround thy home aloneThe trembling grassQuakes from the human footNor bears the weight of man to let him passWhere thou alone and muteSittest at restIn safety neath the clumpOf hugh flag forrest that thy haunts investOr some old sallow stumpThriving on seamsThat tiney island swellJust hilling POEM: THE OLD SAILOR BY A. A. MILNE There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn't because of the state he was in. He was shipwrecked, and lived on an island for weeks, And he wanted a hat, and he wanted some breeks; And he wanted some nets, or a line and some hooks For the turtles and things which you read POEM: THE ASTER FLOWER BY JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Pale on its stalk, the aster flowerExhales its beauty to the night;The dry leaves scatter on the grass,Brown flecks on bits of jade.The haze of autumn hides the trees,To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life;Now all my thoughts going homewardsIn the distance are singing songs of you.Purple and gold, the aster flowerIs an image of my autumnal love:Its golden centre is POEM: THE HOUND OF HEAVEN BY FRANCIS THOMPSON The Hound of Heaven. by Francis Thompson. I fled Him down the nights and down the days. I fled Him down the arches of the years. I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways. Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears. I hid from him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated. POEM: THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS BY RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a knight, and many a squire,With a great many more of lesser degree,--In sooth a goodly company;And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.Never, I ween,Was a prouder seen,Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams,Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!In POEM: SAFELY HOME BY ANONYMOUS I am home in heaven, dear ones; All's so happy, all so bright! There's perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the Valley of the Shade? Oh! but Jesus' love illumined Every darkand fearful glade.
THE MODERN MEN
How can I call them modern men? They are still barbaric, use weapons in lieu of words of wisdom. From the musket to the missile, they have advanced in the technology of massacre. New widows and orphans are manufactured and preserved in misery. How can I call them educated? Their thoughts are still bent like the curved pines in the CrookedForest.
WEST SHORE | POETRY NOOK This place possessed you:the essence of it, borne on sea spraysank into your bones.Fleeting light on soft grey waves,their lilting sussurationsflowed through eyes and earsto sow a seed of it in youthat took root and grewlike sea grass, swayingin the tides of lifebut tenacious, holding onto bring you back, and back again.It was two-way osmosis:pervading everything, this shorein A GLIMPSE | POETRY NOOK This butterfly now flutters byand, on each wing, a giant eyeconceals she is a fragile souldarting about you as you strollwhile trees and shrubs whisper and sigh.She flutters low, flutters high,then settles on a salsify.You stop and watch, getting to know this butterfly.What flower, though, can ever tieher wings to Earth? When blossoms dryand flowers fade and grasses growand POEM: THE WORLD'S BIBLE BY ANNIE JOHNSON FLINT Christ has no hands but our hands To do His work today; He has no feet but our feet To lead men in His way; He has no tongues but our tongues To tell men how He died; He has no help but our help To bring them to His side. We are the only Bible The careless world will read; We are the sinner's Gospel, We are the scoffer's creed; We are the Lord's last message, Given in deed andINSPIRATION HUNT
Leave the rifle in the gun chest,and the sword in its scabbard.They will do you no goodon the hunt for inspiration.It’s a subtler chase than the usual.You can’t track it,or search for spoor,though sometimes it leaves clues.That riff of song that leads to memory—that whiff of scent that takes you backA long-lost postcard, your grandmother’s mink stole,a thousand triggers SUPER POWER ME (LIFE EMPOWERMENT POEM) When that mind of yours a vicious censor screams “you can’t,“every time you even vaguely contemplate some new adventure or perhaps that dream encounter,you’ve been promising yourself and those you cherish,to the point where even staunch social contacts start to wonder what’s going on deep down inside,as golden junctures make their presence felt.Be sure to reprimand this MY MIND WANDERS IN SHAVASANA kayaking my childhood summer lake view from the water reveals screen-doors smallprivate docks folding aluminum chairs adults in pajamas drinking coffee or beer as sunrise fades blue imbues a mackerel sky less becomes more with the oar my course determined by loonstailing the winch on my then-boyfriend’s sloop short handle for fickle winds the jib respondslike a hooked fish a ME TIME | POETRY NOOK A quiet space, nothing can interfereWhere hearts enlarge free from prejudiceA place for breathing deep without a fearHate has fled, followed by cowardiceYou’d find it walking down the street,Or in a bus or train going alongMaybe when your clothes are folded neatA silent moment to hear a wiser songAllow me to suggest one single thingIn the beauty of your soul’s reposeAsk aA CONSPIRACY THEORY
Peter says to PaulLet's climb on the wallAnd peer over the other side,Is the pasture green and wide?Abdul says to RasoolI am nobody's foolWhich side of the bread is butter,Or burnt, I know better.Jacob says to JosephWhy do they all make fuss?We will inherit them all --the pasture, the bread and the wall.Sunjay says to VijayLet's join this fray,Take their salt and sweatuntil Skip to main content 7Poetry For Every Occasion7Sign in
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