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    Closed Accounts Posts: 8,587 ✭✭✭ DunnoKidz


    Pass The Poems, Please

    Pass the poem please
    Pile them on my plate
    Put them right in front of me
    For I can hardly wait
    To take each tangy word
    To try each tasty rhyme
    And when I’ve tried them once or twice
    I’ll try them one more time:
    So pass the poems please
    They just won’t leave my head
    I have to have more poems
    Before I go to bed.

    ~ Jane Baskwill


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  • Door in the Mountain
    ~ Jean Valentine
    "You were willing to like me,
    and I did something, and blew it,
    and your liking me would have saved me,
    and my liking you would have saved you,
    that was the circle I was walking around,
    pushing a bar that moved a wheel,
    down in the dark, holding my breath,
    ...hating my feet, hating my path,
    ...full of tears, full of light, half both,
    nowhere near my old home:
    no one anywhere is so wrong."




  • Alastor: Or, The Spirit of Solitude and Other Poems
    ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
    ...'Tis the haunt
    Of every gentle wind, whose breath can teach
    The wilds to love tranquillity. One step,
    One human step alone, has ever broken
    The stillness of its solitude:—one voice
    Alone inspired its echoes;—even that voice
    Which hither came, floating among the winds
    And led the loveliest among human forms
    To make their wild haunts the depository
    Of all the grace and beauty that endued
    Its motions, render up its majesty,
    Scatter its music on the unfeeling storm…




  • Collected Sonnets
    ~ Edna St Vincent Millay
    If in the years to come you should recall,
    When faint at heart or fallen on hungry days,
    Or full of griefs and little if at all
    From them distracted by delights or praise;
    When failing powers or good opinion lost
    Have bowed your neck, should you recall to mind
    How of all men I honoured you the most,
    Holding you noblest among mortal-kind:
    Might not my love—although the curving blade
    From whose wide mowing none may hope to hide,
    Me long ago below the frosts had laid—
    Restore you somewhat to your former pride?
    Indeed I think this memory, even then,
    Must raise you high among the run of men.




  • The Collected Poems of Hazel Hall
    Beauty streamed into my hand
    In sunlight through a pane of glass;
    Now at last I understand
    Why suns must pass.
    I have held a shadow, cool
    Reflection of a burning gold,
    And it has been more beautiful
    Than hands should hold.

    To that delicate tracery
    Of light, a force my lips must name
    In whispers of uncertainty,
    Has answered through me in a flame.
    Beauty is the core of fire
    To reaching hands; even its far
    Passing leaves a hurt desire
    Like a scar.


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