by Alan Noakes
I raise my head slowly
Old eyes peer through the glass
I see the leaves gently swaying
Fondly caressed,
By a soft south west breeze.
Rooftops baked in the sun
Shadows cast, as windows
Sparkle in reflection.
Higher and higher
I raise my gaze,
The heaven a deep blue wonder
Clouds yonder
Shaped by the wind.
I begin to remember and ponder.
Memories like dreams
Skipping through my mind
Frivolous or so it seems,
Good and bad ones I find.
My smile is gone,
Eyes close, and
Sadness descends.
My voice raises a song,
But it is only a lament,
In this old body spent.
So many regrets
Shivering in a cold sweat
So many lost loves
Who flew like doves
Into the heavens.
So many stolen
As life’s ending is spoken.
I lower my head slowly
Old eyes cast down dimly.
Shoulders sink in a deep sigh
My own journey will end,
With a last look to the sky.
Copyright ©:
Alan Noakes
A few random poems:
- Song—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day by Robert Burns
- The True Lover by A. E. Housman
- Владимир Набоков – В полнолунье, в гостиной пыльной и пышной
- A Girl Was Singing In A Church Choir poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Artery by Michelle Bonczek Evory
- Владимир Корнилов – Отходная
- For what’s worth breathing by Rixa White
- Виктор Калитин – Фиалка
- The Moon And The Yew Tree by Sylvia Plath
- Sancta Maria, Succurre Miseris poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Desmond’s Song by Thomas Moore
- It’s No Use Raising A Shout by W H Auden
- Алексей Жемчужников – Радостные куплеты
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Мой сад
- (Inner Tube) by Michael Ondaatje
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful. by Walt Whitman
- This Dust was Once the Man. by Walt Whitman
- This Day, O Soul. by Walt Whitman
- This Compost. by Walt Whitman
- Think of the Soul. by Walt Whitman
- Thick-Sprinkled Bunting. by Walt Whitman
- These, I, Singing in Spring. by Walt Whitman
- There was a Child went Forth. by Walt Whitman
- The Wound-Dresser by Walt Whitman
- That Shadow, my Likeness. by Walt Whitman
- That Music Always Round Me. by Walt Whitman
- Tests. by Walt Whitman
- Tears. by Walt Whitman
- Still, though the One I Sing. by Walt Whitman
- States! by Walt Whitman
- Starting from Paumanok. by Walt Whitman
- Spontaneous Me. by Walt Whitman
- Spirit whose Work is Done. by Walt Whitman
- Spirit That Form’d This Scene. by Walt Whitman
- Sparkles from The Wheel. by Walt Whitman
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
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