Poetry

Oranges by Gary Soto

Anonymous — Wed, 14 Nov 2007 10:12:39 GMT

"Oranges"
Gary Soto (1995)

The first time I walked
With a girl, I was twelve,
Cold, and weighted down
With two oranges in my jacket.
December. Frost cracking
Beneath my steps, my breath
Before me, then gone,
As I walked toward
Her house, the one whose
Porch light burned yellow
Night and day, in any weather.
A dog barked at me, until
She came out pulling
At her gloves, face bright
With rouge. I smiled,
Touched her shoulder, and led
Her down the street, across
A used car lot and a line
Of newly planted trees,
Until we were breathing
Before a drugstore. We
Entered, the tiny bell
Bringing a saleslady
Down a narrow aisle of goods.
I turned to the candies
Tiered like bleachers,
And asked what she wanted -
Light in her eyes, a smile
Starting at the corners
Of her mouth. I fingered
A nickel in my pocket,
And when she lifted a chocolate
That cost a dime,
I didn't say anything.
I took the nickel from
My pocket, then an orange,
And set them quietly on
The counter. When I looked up,
The lady's eyes met mine,
And held them, knowing
Very well what it was all
About.

Outside,
A few cars hissing past,
Fog hanging like old
Coats between the trees.
I took my girl's hand
in mine for two blocks,
Then released it to let
Her unwrap the chocolate.
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.

I've been reading this poem and have found it very enjoyable to read. However I want to look deeper into the poen line by line. What I have noticed so far is that when the girl is talked about, she is always associated with a brightness and a glow. What do the oranges connote? Do you think the two oranges weighing him down is the weight of his relationship or something? "Beneath my steps, my breath" = he is weightless when he is around her, infatuated perhaps? "I turned to the candies Tiered like bleachers" = perhaps connoting people that might sit on bleachers, kind of like this is a show and people are watching them, a drama? The deeper I go into the poem, the less I seem to understand. Anyone have any interesting acknowledgements of the poem or anything else you've noticed, any metaphors, connotations? What do you feel the oranges represent?

How to write a love poem for my girlfriend

JohnDoe — Wed, 22 Dec 2004 08:07:17 GMT

Hey everybody!
poetry is not one of the things I am really good at...
But I kinda need a poem for my girlfriend....
so I hope there is someone out there who has got a really good, romantic poem
which I can send her.....
So PLEASE HELP!
Thnx!
Thijs

And If You Should Leave Me Explanation

bilalh21 — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 22:24:31 GMT

And If You Should Leave Me

And if you should leave me
I would say that the ghost
Of Cassandra
Has passed through
My eyes
I would say that the stars
In their malice
Merely light up the sky
To stretch my torment
And that the waves crash
On the shores
To bring salt-stings on
My face:
For you re-connect me with
All the lights of the sky
And the salt of the waves
And the myths in the air.
And with your passing
The evening would become too dark To dream in
And the morning Too bright.

March 1986

Can someone please explain this

Metaphors for Life and the Ocean

Guest — Tue, 18 Jan 2005 13:38:25 GMT

How can I compare life and the ocean? I need it for an extended metaphor poem

My last duchess by Robert browning

dirtrider04 — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 22:50:30 GMT

My Questions is - Whatr is the symbolic importance of the two pieces of artwork that the Duke shows the emissaary in the poem Q2. what are 3 qualities that make this poem a dramatic monologue? Q3. Identify and explain 3 of the duke's character traits that are revealed in the monologue Thanks for any help!

1That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
2Looking as if she were alive. I call
3That piece a wonder, now: FrÃ Pandolf's hands
4Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
5Will 't please you sit and look at her? I said
6"FrÃ Pandolf" by design, for never read
7Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
8The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
9But to myself they turned (since none puts by
10The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
11And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
12How such a glance came there; so, not the first
13Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not
14Her husband's presence only, called that spot
15Of joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps
16FrÃ Pandolf chanced to say, "Her mantle laps
17Over my Lady's wrist too much," or "Paint
18Must never hope to reproduce the faint
19Half-flush that dies along her throat"; such stuff
20Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough
21For calling up that spot of joy. She had
22A heart . . . how shall I say? . . . too soon made glad,
23Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er
24She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
25Sir, 'twas all one! My favour at her breast,
26The dropping of the daylight in the West,
27The bough of cherries some officious fool
28Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
29She rode with round the terrace--all and each
30Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
31Or blush, at least. She thanked men,--good; but thanked
32Somehow . . . I know not how . . . as if she ranked
33My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
34With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame
35This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
36In speech--(which I have not)--to make your will
37Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this
38Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
39Or there exceed the mark"--and if she let
40Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
41Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,
42--E'en then would be some stooping; and I chuse
43Never to stoop. Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt,
44Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without
45Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;
46Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
47As if alive. Will 't please you rise? We'll meet
48The company below, then. I repeat,
49The Count your Master's known munificence
50Is ample warrant that no just pretence
51Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;
52Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed
53At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go
54Together down, Sir! Notice Neptune, though,
55Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,
56Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me

The Path

Altarex — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 22:01:41 GMT

Heavens path walks threw each one of us taken us up on featherd wings of bold.

burning of the leaves- can anyone analyse it plz??

TheGreenEyedMonster — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 15:27:33 GMT

can anyone read this poem n tell me what i have written about it correct or not? plus can u plz answer the questions below?

BURNING OF THE LEAVES

LAWRENCE BINYON

chemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />>Now is the time for the burning of the leaves.
They go to the fire; the nostril pricks with smoke
Wandering slowly into a weeping mist.
Brittle and blotched, ragged and rotten sheaves!
A flame seizes the smouldering ruin and bites
On stubborn stalks that crackle as they resist.

The last hollyhock's fallen tower is dust;
All the spices of June are a bitter reek,
All the extravagant riches spent and mean.
All burns! The reddest rose is a ghost;
Sparks whirl up, to expire in the mist: the wild
Fingers of fire are making corruption clean.

Now is the time for stripping the spirit bare,
Time for the burning of days ended and done,
Idle solace of things that have gone before:
Rootless hope and fruitless desire are there;
Let them go to the fire, with never a look behind.
The world that was ours is a world that is ours no more.

They will come again, the leaf and the flower, to arise
From squalor of rottenness into the old splendour,
And magical scents to a wondering memory bring;
The same glory, to shine upon different eyes.
Earth cares for her own ruins, naught for ours.
Nothing is certain, only the certain spring.

He wrote this poem after World War II.

He begins the poem with a description of forest fire and its effects on nature. He says that with a forest fire comes the time for the dead and decayed leaves in the forest to burn. As the fire spreads everything catches fire and we can smell smoke everywhere as it spreads all around slowly forming a mist. He presents a gloomy picture by saying that the mist is âweepingâ. The fire starts because of the hot weather and the friction between the dead and decayed leaves and then catches everything in its way.
He tells how the leaves catch fire. The leaves have been dead for so long that they have become brittle and hard. They resist at first but finally give in and make a crackling sound as they break.
In the first stanza he says how the fire starts from decayed leaves n burns them. In the second stanza he talks about how this fire destroys even fresh flowers and vegetations and everything beautiful in the forest.
Hollyhock is a flower with a long stalk in its centre and the poet symbolizes it with a tower which has fallen and now because of the fire has burnt into ashes. Everywhere there is a stench and a stinking smell of decayed and burnt leaves and flowers. All the vegetations have been burnt and destroyed. Rose which is the eternal symbol for beauty has become a ghost. It means it has been burnt that it cannot be recognized anymore. There is no beauty anywhere. There is fire everywhere and sparks go high till they vanish in the sweeping mist.
The last line of the second stanza âfingers of fire are making corruption cleanâ shows how this fire which is destroying everything is in fact cleaning the forest of the dead and decayed leaves and all the rotten things which were once part of the beauty of the forest but now only add gloom and ugliness to the forest. Furthermore, they stop new growth and regeneration of nature.
After describing how a forest fire helps to regenerate growth and birth of nature, in the third stanza he says that now that the war is over and the days of destruction and misery are over its time for us to look inside ourselves and start from the very beginning just like after the fire everything begins from the very start. Its time to forget unnecessary wishes and comfort and work for reconstruction of the world. Itâs not a time to cry over spilt milk or to think who has won the war because in fact nobody has won the war. A war never ends in anyoneâs victory. Everybody loses after a war because there is so much destruction. Forget everything and let go of everything. The world is no more the same as it was before the war. The war has changed everything. All of us need to make efforts to make the world a safe and peaceful place free from corruption and hatred.
In the last stanza he again comes back to the scene of forest. Here he uses a hopeful and optimistic tone and says that after the fire new flowers and leaves will bloom. They will grow from the present rottenness to their old glory and beauty and then everything will be the same. There will be pleasant fragrance of flowers everywhere. We have witnesses this destruction but our future generations will see these changes.
However the last two lines of the poem hold the most important part of the poem: the destruction caused by the forest fire will be forgotten because nature will take care of that. It will regenerate life and beauty in the forest as it takes responsibility to revive whatever it has destroyed, but it does not take responsibility to redeem our faults! Whatever destruction we bring upon ourselves, nature is not going to make it right. We have to do it ourselves. Spring is certain to come and it will set right everything the fire has destroyed but what about the spring for the mankind, who is destroying its world by its own hands and doing nothing to make it right?

Alliteration: >>

1^st stanza, 4^th line, âBrittle and blotchedâ, âragged and rottenâ.
1^st stanza, 6^th line, âstubborn stalksâ
2^nd stanza, 4^th line, âreddest roseâ
2^nd stanza 6^th line, âFingers of fireâ, âcorruption cleanâ

> >

Rhyme Scheme: Four stanzas of six lines each with rhyme scheme of abcadc.

> >

Personification: >>

Mist in st. 1 line 3 â âweeping mistâ.
Flame in st. 1 line 5 â âflame seizesâ¦â
Fire in st. 2 line 6 â âfingers of fireâ
Earth in st. 4 line 5 â âearth cares forâ¦â

> >

Theme:>>

Lawrence Binyon, in this poem criticizes the war, and says that people fight these wars to gain power but ultimately no one wins. Everybody loses because of the destruction and loss of lives. Through this poem he is saying that while nature takes care for its own destruction it does not do so for us. We have to think about it and let the go of the past. What is gone is gone. But now is the time to bring some changes in the world. We can make this world a beautiful place again, but for that we will have to make efforts. Just like nature sets everything right which it had destroyed, we have to build our world again, by ourselves.

> >

Imagery: >>

On stubborn stalks that crackle as they resist.>>
All burns! The reddest rose is a ghost;
The last hollyhockâs fallen tower is dust.
Now is the time for stripping the spirit bare.
Time for the burning of days ended and done,

> >

Symbolism: >>

spices of June â fragrances in the month of June
different eyes â future generation.

> >> >

QUESTIONS:

In the first line does âNowâ mean autumn or a forest fire?
Why does he use the word weeping in line 3? If for the mist then what does he mean by the mist?
In the first stanza he talks about dead leaves and in the second about fresh flowers?
What does âspices of Juneâ mean in second stanza?
What does âstripping the spirit bareâ exactly stand for?
The hollyhock in the second stanza was dead before it caught fire or was destroyed because of fire?
What does the last line of the poem ânothing is certain, only the certain springâ mean?
What is the metre in this poem?
Are there any more metaphors or symbols?
What kind of poem is it- an elegy?

> >

Just some sad poems

nichols28049 — Sun, 28 Sep 2008 19:13:41 GMT

Hey guys! I'm not really looking for any help, i was just wondering who can come up with the saddest poem. I like reading sad poetry so i thought this would be a fun way to read some new poetry.

I need a poem for my girlfriend

nichols28049 — Sun, 28 Sep 2008 01:26:14 GMT

I love my girlfriend so much, and i really really want to do something nice for her, but im no good at writing poetry. can you guys please please help me. i would so grateful. thank you.

William Blake's The Sick Rose

noel gomez — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 09:26:32 GMT

Good day guys! Hi there! Could you please help me identify the first ten lines of the poem. Me and my friends tryied to interpret it but we came out with different interpretations. I was wondering if you could give also your own interpretation about the said poem. Thanks guys! More power and Godbless.

The Sick Rose by William Blake

O Rose, thou art sick!

The Invisible Worm

That flies in the night,

In the howling storm,

Has found thy bed

Of crimson joy:

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.

Tom Wayman Response

Oisin — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 16:08:49 GMT

For my 12th Grade English course I am required to respond to a poem entitled "Students" by (in my opinion, a great poet) Tom Wayman. While I was procrastinating I read some of his other poems; Did I Miss Anything?, for example. I understood those clearly, and actually had a good time reading them. But I cannot seem to right a well thought out response on this topic. I believe I understand what he speaks of, but unless there is some deeper meaning, I believe I hit a road block. It is quite depressing too, as this is my last assignment before getting the booklet graded...

Anyway, here is what I have managed to write so far:

The poem, âStudentsâ by Tom Wayman, explores the theories of education. It focuses on the point that everyone holds a style of learning. Each of these styles have been formed off others, to the point where it becomes quite unique to each individual.

It also points out that over the years, the students dependency on the marks still has not changed. As he says, âWayman knew this notation would be pored over with more intensity than anything else Wayman taught.â

Any help would be greatly appreciated!

(Oh and I spent quite a time Googling for the poem, but I still haven't found it. If anyone needs it just let me know, and I will type it as soon as I can.)

Rabindranath Tagore's Geetanjali

deepa — Sat, 22 Nov 2003 11:53:14 GMT

Where The Mind is Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
from Rabindranath Tagore's Geetanjali

the last of his tribe: Henry kendal

Anonymous — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 11:13:04 GMT

umm... so i have to analyse that poem in relation to concepts and issues i the poem, langauage features and umm contextual understanding and referencing.. HELP!! i will love you forever if you do

My Last Duchess by Robert Browning

Guest — Sun, 07 Nov 2004 22:55:06 GMT

Hi guys

Can you guys help me analyse the poem?
Help me find different literary devices and poetic techniques used to convey the meaning of this poem.

Thanks a lot in advance

Iâll be away

hengjincai8923 — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 08:45:13 GMT

it's my second poem. i wish it could be better.

If itâs the only way

Iâll be away

From the moment I addicted to

âtil the moment I gotta leave

I wished something could exist

For now, thereâs a better way to accept

Thatâs the fate for me to choose

No tear in my eyes

âcause I do not really understand what I want is

Something is blind

So, just let it fade if thatâs its need

In the dark, I feel a bit better

For a while, I should seriously think of the future

Something is not for me

So, what am I waiting for?

The way is ahead

Should I turn aroundï¼

Abandon all those I canât escape

No survive even if trying to catch the rope

What I used to stick

Now, I wanna get a break

Pack my bag

Pull anything away

Elseï¼

Thatâs all

No word left

To me?

Just time to leave

Is the Pathetic Fallacy True?

Anonymous — Thu, 15 Jun 2006 00:05:04 GMT

hi guys =D i;m new here....i found this forum really really useful when it comes to english hwk...i'm having trouble analyzing a poem..can you guys please help me?? =S

it's called:

Is the Pathetic Fallacy True by Elizabeth Brewster

When I was a child

the stones were living.

Hot under my hand, they felt like flesh,

and sands slipped through my fingers

with a caress.

Yes, everything was alive;

the clumsy, roaring wind

stepped on the flounched pink dress

of the apple-tree,

tearing it to shreds

the puffed cheeks of clouds

the brook with its pebbled tongue

and the hoarse old grave old sea

its gravelly song

and eath itself a brown warm girl

turning and tanning in the sun.

All false, all wrong,

somebody told me:

winds are not lovers

clumsy or gentle.

There's no blood

in stones,

no tears in water.

Nevertheless

sometimes lately when I touch a chair or table

I think I feel atoms stir

under my fingers

and at night in dreams I hear

the small remote voices of grains of dust

or the inaudible whispers of stars

as they will speak to me some time

when i lie with the living grass about me

and the wind my old lover

singing me to sleep

and to wake

Free Bes

charlax — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 05:20:58 GMT

Free Bes

FREE BES

IF you could send me something
without asking for my phone
IF you could use General Delivery
as my address not my home
then I even I would get free bes
and Jesus has the keys

Charles Hice

Copyright Â©2006 Charles Hice

whitman's the voice of the rain

Jara — Sat, 07 Oct 2006 04:04:25 GMT

1.Why are the last two lines of the following poem put within brackets?

2. What does the poet try to convey in the last two lines?

The Voice of the Rain
By Walt Whitman
1819-1892

And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower,
Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated:
I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain,
Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea,
Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form'd, altogether changed, and
yet the same,
I descend to lave the drouths, atomies, dust-layers of the globe,
And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn;
And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin,
and make pure and beautify it;
(For song, issuing from its birth-place, after fulfilment, wandering,
Reck'd or unreck'd, duly with love returns.)

unreal dream

hengjincai8923 — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 14:20:41 GMT

that's my least poem, i wish you could love it.

The moon appears

The sun has gone

It never knows the one had been waiting for it

Until the last second it had to go down

They have never met once

Even if everyday they keep up

The dawn sees the ending without hope

That is the fate belonging to the moon and sun

Help Finding Poetry

Sir Micah — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 04:45:22 GMT

Hello, I am going to be venturing into the world of metered verse for the first time, but before I do so, I want to read some good poetry that was structured in iambic pentameter, and other meters as well. Can someone please give me a list of several different poems in such structures? Thank you.

Warren Zevon

Anonymous — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 13:59:29 GMT

Warren Zevon
he has been on fire...I can see v. high activity on the internet search for Warren Zevon
Anybody, why is now such a demand for Warren Zevon?

Please help me! Epitaph by Amy Levy and help with rhyming schemes!

Crazed And Befuddled — Thu, 20 Oct 2005 13:29:51 GMT

Hello!
I really need help!

I'm analysing a poem called Epitaph by Amy Levy and I'm having difficulty understanding how to classify the rhyming scheme. The rhyming pattern is AABBCCDDEEFFGGHH (the poem is below)

Whats the technical jargon for that particular pattern?
Anyone know about rhyming schemes? They confuse me!

and

Can anyone tell me
1) How to analyse this poem.
2) How to talk about the rhyming scheme?
3) What you think the poem means, i.e. theme/subject etc

The Poem...

Epitaph by Amy Levy

This is the end of him, here lies;
The dust in his throat, the worm in his eyes,
The mould in his mouth, the turf on his ***;
This is the end of him, this is best,
He will never lie on his couch awake,
Wide-eyed, tearless, till dim daybreak.
Never again will he smile and smile
When his heart is breaking all the while.
He will never stretch out his hands in vain
Groaping and groaping - never again.
Never ask for bread, get a stone instead,
Never pretend that the stone is bread,
Never sway and sway'twixt the false and the true,
Weighing and noting the long hours through.
Never ache and ache with the chok'd-up sighs;
This is the end of him, here he lies.

Also anyone know what 'twixt means?

Two Amazing poems by D.L. Whited

reimon — Sun, 24 Apr 2005 04:12:12 GMT

Longing

She rises up from restless sleep
To greet another day
She wonders if he thought of her
As he started on his way
The first thing on her mind was him
And her love swells like a tide
She always starts her morning out
Wishing he were at her side

She looks up with saddened eyes
To catch a lonely stare
The lost girl in the mirror sighs
And brushes back her hair
For just a brief few moments
She smiles a secret smile
Her finger reaches out to trace
I love you, on the tile

Memories so bitter sweet
Go rushing through her head
Thoughts of how he held her close
As they shared the same soft bed
Music, wine, and candlelight
Making love at break of day
Then the sadness of A brave goodbye
As she slowly walked away

She knew when it all started
Some days would feel this blue
Real love is worth the price you pay
And she knows this one is true
So she pulls herself together
As she whispers out his name
Not knowing many miles away
He's whispering the same.

Parallels

I saw an aging flower today
All alone and slowly dying
A single tear slid down my cheek
I felt better for the crying

There is so much deep inside
That I keep hidden out of sight
Walls of pain that I put up
Built to hide me from the light

Could you take away the hurt
If I reached blindly for your hand
Or would you simply turn away
And not want to understand

So many reasons I hold on
None of which I can explain
But my time will one day end
Like a gentle summer rain

I saw an aging flower today
All alone and slowly dying
A single tear slid down my cheek

I felt better for the crying

All i can say is...WOW

GONE

hengjincai8923 — Mon, 25 Aug 2008 00:00:29 GMT

anybody here? help me check it.thanks.

GONE

Heâs gone before finding the way to the future.

Heâs gone before knowing what the death is.

Heâs gone without feeling.

Heâs gone without one word.

Heâs gone leaving everything should be done.

Just because of hurt, the blood filled the road he ever lay on.

Just because of pain, god took him into heaven and told something had gone.

There was nothing left expect tears and sadness.

There was something we must remember,

Heâs gone and never turned around.

What the hell does the word treat him?

The life he hadnât enjoyed has just gone.

Itâs an unfair world to him.

The story ended in tears.

And the door of life has shut with all of pain and hurt.

Sometimes, we donât notice the weakness until something comes.

Facing the death, we have just realized that we were too weak to fight against what we hope donât come.

Nothing can be predicted by us before it comes.

We found out we were not strong by chance in the moment it come.

Now, somethingâs come.

And somethingâs gone.

No matter how we try and wish, the step of life wonât be back.

So, the people living in the world should carry on for the person who has gone and the wish holding by the person who has gone.

Time can help us get through the worst thing which has ever come.

Weâre sure he we never forget.

Just like stars are close to the moon in the air.

We will be closer and hand in hand like you havenât gone.

Weâll be with you forever.

And see your smile just like you havenât gone!

To him

An important person

--Hengjin

ARS POETICA - in nomine humanitas

Guest — Mon, 16 Feb 2004 19:02:13 GMT

POETICKING

To live, to die in a shell
A selfish wall of arrogance
Is a dog's life more noble?
Learning a trick; an extra credit!
.
This sad life surrounding
Soul-less shells of humanity
Living and loving in plenty
While the hungry baby dies outside!
.
And they look at the child with blindness
His cries swallowed in laughter
Singing and dancing in self glorification
To the sound of beat from a dying heart!
.
The scene has weakened resolve
The eye, the ear know the baby
The will, the what?...it's f***ed!
The body has lost the fight.
.
So another second, another minute
Another face, another name
Another season, another fashion
The life of plenty and shamelessness!!

BY: ZeBahati

See, the problem is not lack of enough food on this galactic stone.... distribution is the issue.
So people struggle with weight while a child in another hemisphere is starving to death.
TRAGEDY!!!

Poetry

Oranges by Gary Soto

How to write a love poem for my girlfriend

And If You Should Leave Me Explanation

Metaphors for Life and the Ocean

My last duchess by Robert browning

The Path

burning of the leaves- can anyone analyse it plz??

Just some sad poems

I need a poem for my girlfriend

William Blake's The Sick Rose

Tom Wayman Response

Rabindranath Tagore's Geetanjali

the last of his tribe: Henry kendal

My Last Duchess by Robert Browning

Iâll be away

Is the Pathetic Fallacy True?

Free Bes

whitman's the voice of the rain

unreal dream

Help Finding Poetry

Warren Zevon

Please help me! Epitaph by Amy Levy and help with rhyming schemes!

Two Amazing poems by D.L. Whited

GONE

ARS POETICA - in nomine humanitas

Iâll be away