Tag Archives: poem
Tomorrow
If it All Changed Tomorrow by Ana Daksina If we got that phone call Saying they won’t be coming home If the waters rose If the earth began moving If the air lifted buildings And slammed them down again If the other car hadn’t braked just in time If that knock came on the door …
Dance On
The old ones disappear, the young dance on;They use the space we make by being gone. ~From the poem “Use of Space” by Clive James
You Just Know It Does
“There are days where the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.” ~Lang Leav
Oak
If you’re an oak You don’t pretend You are a flower ~Matsuo Baho Via Draw & Wings
We’ve inherited hope
We’ve inherited hope–the gift of forgetting.You’ll see how we givebirth among the ruins. ~Wisława Szymborska, tr. by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Barańczak, from “Notes from a Nonexistent Himalayan Expedition”, Map: Collected and Last Poems ©2016 Below is a video of writer Bill Hayes reading the full poem for the Favorite Poem Project:
Poetry in Everything
Alexander Bayon is on the web HERE.
Won’t They, Comrade?
Paul Laurence Dunbar had a sense of rhythm very similar to Rudyard Kipling. His works are in the public domain and may be downloaded freely from Project Gutenberg, HERE. There are multiple formats available, including EPUB, Kindle, plain text, and HTML for on-line reading. The Voice of the Banjoby Paul Laurence Dunbar In a small …
Joy, too
via Draw & Wings
Gallant
For The Man Who Fails by Paul Laurence Dunbar The world is a snob, and the man who wins Is the chap for its money’s worth: And the lust for success causes half of the sins That are cursing this brave old earth. For it ‘s fine to go up, and the world’s applause Is …
Feel the Magic
I lit all of my worries like floating candles as they drifted downthe river,watched as their fire fadedinto the fog. I can still feel the magicof letting go. ~by D. Antoinette Foy
But Is That All?
The Sum Paul Laurence Dunbar A little dreaming by the way, A little toiling day by day; A little pain, a little strife, A little joy,–and that is life. A little short-lived summer’s morn, When joy seems all so newly born, When one day’s sky is blue above, And one bird sings,–and that is love. …
When All Is Done
When All Is Doneby Paul Laurence Dunbar When all is done, and my last word is said,And ye who loved me murmur, “He is dead,”Let no one weep, for fear that I should know,And sorrow too that ye should sorrow so. When all is done and in the oozing clay,Ye lay this cast-off hull of …
