Arrow through the bellybutton poem
In days of youth, when life was new, A boy so dear, a tale to do, With his eyes bright, and spirits bold, He captured hearts, young and old. His belly button, round and deep, Inviting fingers to seep, And in it secret pure and true, A treasure kept, for me and you. One day, […]
The Snake
In twists of fate, a serpentine shape Slithers in the grass, a stealthy escape Bites its prey, a venomous sting Poison courses through the victim’s wing A deadly dance, a wicked spin As life drains out, a sorrowful din Echoes of screams, a haunting refrain As death claims another soul in vain The snake’s embrace, […]
Decision
I behold beyond what the shadows can hold. Beyond the standards of a fired mold. Deep into the trenches where love seldom goes. I plant the pedals of a song that grows. The keeper swells with bitter envys. Dancing alone on treads of memories. He begs the future to greet him kindly. To be set […]
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 82. I wage not any feud with death poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth’s embrace May breed with him, can fright my faith. Eternal process moving on, From state to state the spirit walks; And these are but the shatter’d stalks, Or ruin’d chrysalis of one. Nor blame I […]
In Memoriam 82: I Wage Not Any Feud With Death poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth’s embrace May breed with him, can fright my faith. Eternal process moving on, From state to state the spirit walks; And these are but the shatter’d stalks, Or ruin’d chrysalis of one. Nor blame […]
On Death poem – John Keats poems
1. Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? The transient pleasures as a vision seem, And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die. 2. How strange it is that man on earth should roam, And lead a life of woe, […]
On The Death Of A Fair Infant Dying Of A Cough poem – John Milton poems
I O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst outlasted Bleak winters force that made thy blossome drie; For he being amorous on that lovely die That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss But kill’d alas, and then bewayl’d his fatal bliss. […]
Death In Leamington poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev’ning star That shone through the plate glass window From over Leamington Spa Beside her the lonely crochet Lay patiently and unstirred, But the fingers that would have work’d it Were dead as the spoken word. And Nurse came in with […]
Sepukku
A poem about sepukku In shadows deep, where honor lies, Amidst the whispers of ancient skies, A tale unfolds of valor and grace, Of sacrifice in a sacred place. Sepukku, the dance of the noble soul, Where blades meet flesh, a story untold, A symphony of courage, a poignant recital, Aching beauty in […]
Lynching
A Poem about Lynching In the shadows of memory, where darkness weaves, A tale of anguish and hearts that grieve, There lies a history fraught with pain, Of lives shattered, souls scarred, and tears like rain. In the annals of time, a dark stain etched deep, A legacy of hatred, where humanity weeps, Where […]
America
She killed negroes For fun And that tree still grows She never won A real war She hanged and burned alive The planetary whore And sent post cards To her bestial subhuman children With whom she copulates Rejects of mankind Planetary refuse She has so far escaped From justice She murdered Filipinos She is the […]
The Hanging Tree
Were there but one white man being sick behind that tree or with a knife to set them free do not flinch one inch at our collective guilt they used to sell postcards you know after the show Billie did sing Langston did write Lorenzotanyl drew How can such great art make me sick […]
To Death poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
(From Lenau.) If within my heart there’s mould, If the flame of Poesy And the flame of Love grow cold, Slay my body utterly. Swiftly, pause not nor delay; Let not my life’s field be spread With the ash of feelings dead, Let thy singer soar away.
Run to Death poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth’s face, In the crowned castle courtyard the blithe horn proclaims the chase; And the ladies on the terrace smile adieux with rosy lips To the huntsmen disappearing down the cedar-shaded groves, Wafting delicate aromas from their […]
The Death Of Grant poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Father! whose hard and cruel law Is part of thy compassion’s plan, Thy works presumptuously we scan For what the prophets say they saw. Unbidden still the awful slope Walling us in we climb to gain Assurance of the shining plain That faith has certified to hope. In vain! – beyond the circling […]
Priorities of Life and Death
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The Azure Sea of an alien tongue
The Azure Sea of an alien tongue Lures the perpetual orphan in me Me who had never been happy or young Always suppressed and never free One who is always betrayed and abused One who’s been abandoned, alone One, never loved, and one, always used I have so aged but alas never grown Never […]
Robert Burns: Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell: Of Glenriddell and Friars’ Carse.
Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell Of Glenriddell and Friars’ Carse.1794 Type: Sonnet No more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! gay in thy verdant stole, More welcome were to me grim Winter’s wildest roar. How can ye charm, ye flowers, with […]
Robert Burns: The Song Of Death: Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.
The Song Of Death Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.1791 Type: Song Tune: Oran an aoig. Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the broad setting sun; Farewell, loves and friendships, […]
Robert Burns: Lines Sent To Sir John Whiteford, Bart: With The Lament On The Death Of the Earl Of Glencairn
Lines Sent To Sir John Whiteford, Bart With The Lament On The Death Of the Earl Of Glencairn1791 Type: Poem Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever’st, Who, save thy mind’s reproach, nought earthly fear’st, To thee this votive offering I impart, The tearful tribute of a broken heart. The Friend thou valued’st, I, […]
Robert Burns: A Mother’s Lament For the Death of Her Son.:
A Mother’s Lament For the Death of Her Son. 1788 Type: Poem Fate gave the word, the arrow sped, And pierc’d my darling’s heart; And with him all the joys are fled Life can to me impart. By cruel hands the sapling drops, In dust dishonour’d laid; So fell the pride of all my […]
Robert Burns: Raving Winds Around Her Blowing: I composed these verses on Miss Isabella M’Leod of Raza, alluding to her feelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy death of her sister’s husband, the late Earl of Loudoun, who shot himself out of sheer heart-break at some mortifications he suffered, owing to the deranged state of his finances.-R.B., 1971.
Raving Winds Around Her Blowing I composed these verses on Miss Isabella M’Leod of Raza, alluding to her feelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy death of her sister’s husband, the late Earl of Loudoun, who shot himself out of sheer heart-break at some mortifications he suffered, owing to the […]
Robert Burns: On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston,: Late Lord President of the Court of Session.
On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston, Late Lord President of the Court of Session.1787 Type: Poem Lone on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, red with dashing rains, The gathering floods burst o’er the distant plains; Beneath the blast the […]
Robert Burns: Elegy On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair:
Elegy On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair 1787 Type: Elegy The lamp of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th’ inconstant blast howl’d thro’ the dark’ning air, And hollow whistled in the rocky cave. Lone as I wander’d by each cliff and dell, Once the lov’d haunts […]
Robert Burns: On The Death Of John M’Leod, Esq,: Brother to a young Lady, a particular friend of the Author’s.
On The Death Of John M’Leod, Esq, Brother to a young Lady, a particular friend of the Author’s.1787 Type: Poem Sad thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella’s arms. Sweetly deckt with pearly dew The morning rose may blow; But cold successive noontide blasts […]
Robert Burns: Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux:
Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux 1785 Type: Elegy Now Robin lies in his last lair, He’ll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair; Cauld poverty, wi’ hungry stare, Nae mair shall fear him; Nor anxious fear, nor cankert care, E’er mair come near him. To tell the truth, they seldom fash’d him, Except […]
Robert Burns: Death and Doctor Hornbook : A True Story
Death and Doctor Hornbook A True Story1785 Type: Poem Some books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn’d: Ev’n ministers they hae been kenn’d, In holy rapture, A rousing whid at times to vend, And nail’t wi’ Scripture. But this that I am gaun to tell, Which lately on […]
Robert Burns: Lines On The Author’s Death: Written With The Supposed View Of Being Handed To Rankine After The Poet’s Interment
Lines On The Author’s Death Written With The Supposed View Of Being Handed To Rankine After The Poet’s Interment 1784 Type: Poem He who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead, And a green grassy hillock hides his head; Alas! alas! a devilish change indeed. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from […]
Robert Burns: Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Author’s Only Pet Yowe., The. An Unco Mournfu’ Tale:
Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Author’s Only Pet Yowe., The. An Unco Mournfu’ Tale 1783 Type: Poem As Mailie, an’ her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, An’ owre she warsl’d in the ditch: There, groaning, dying, she did lie, When […]
Robert Burns: Stanzas On The Same Occasion [Prospect of Death]:
Stanzas On The Same Occasion [Prospect of Death] 1781 Type: Poem Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between- Some gleams of sunshine ‘mid renewing storms, Is it departing pangs my soul alarms? Or death’s […]
Robert Burns: In The Prospect Of Death:
In The Prospect Of Death 1781 Type: Poem O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear! In whose dread presence, ere an hour, Perhaps I must appear! If I have wander’d in those paths Of life I ought to shun, As something, loudly, in my breast, Remonstrates I have done; Thou […]
Hymn To Death poem – Alfred Austin
I What is it haunts the summer air? A sense of something lately passed away; Something pleasant, something fair, That was with us yesterday, And is no longer there. Now from the pasture comes no baby bleat, Nor the frisk of frolic feet There is seen. Blossom and bloom have spread their wings, and […]
Hymn To Death poem – Alfred Austin
I What is it haunts the summer air? A sense of something lately passed away; Something pleasant, something fair, That was with us yesterday, And is no longer there. Now from the pasture comes no baby bleat, Nor the frisk of frolic feet There is seen. Blossom and bloom have spread their wings, and […]
The Death Of Huss poem – Alfred Austin
In the streets of Constance was heard the shout, “Masters! bring the arch-heretic out!” The stake had been planted, the faggots spread, And the tongues of the torches flickered red. “Huss to the flames!” they fiercely cried: Then the gate of the Convent opened wide. Into the sun from the dark he came, His […]
Shelley’s Death poem – Alfred Austin
What! And it was so! Thou wert then Death-stricken from behind, O heart of hearts! and they were men, That rent thee from mankind! Greedy hatred chasing love, As a hawk pursues a dove, Till the soft feathers float upon the careless wind. Loathed life! that I might break the chain Which links my […]
Shelley’s Death poem – Alfred Austin
What! And it was so! Thou wert then Death-stricken from behind, O heart of hearts! and they were men, That rent thee from mankind! Greedy hatred chasing love, As a hawk pursues a dove, Till the soft feathers float upon the careless wind. Loathed life! that I might break the chain Which links my […]
Hymn To Death poem – Alfred Austin
I What is it haunts the summer air? A sense of something lately passed away; Something pleasant, something fair, That was with us yesterday, And is no longer there. Now from the pasture comes no baby bleat, Nor the frisk of frolic feet There is seen. Blossom and bloom have spread their wings, and […]
The Death of Grandfather poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Block – Alexandre Block – Alexandr Blok – Александр Блок (1880-1921) We waited commonly for sleep or even death. The instances were wearisome as ages. But suddenly the wind’s refreshing breath Touched through the window the Holy Bible’s pages: An old man goes there; who’s now all white-haired; With rapid […]
Don’t fear death poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Block – Alexandre Block – Alexandr Blok – Александр Блок (1880-1921) Don’t fear death in earthly travels. Don’t fear enemies or friends. Just listen to the words of prayers, To pass the facets of the dreads. Your death will come to you, and never You shall be, else, a slave […]
Death of the Bird
A poem by Alec Derwent-Hope (1907–2000) by Alec Derwent Hope For every bird there is this last migration; Once more the cooling year kindles her heart; With a warm passage to the summer station Love pricks the course in lights across the chart. Year after year a speck on the map, divided By […]