Poetry is a category of literary art which uses the aesthetic qualities of language to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning.
The video eBook "Fantastic Trillion" description trillion dollars in different poetic forms.
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Edmund Spenser (1552?-1599) was an English Renaissance poet often considered to be the foremost poet of his time by many of his contemporaries. His early career, much like Virgil's, was spent writing pastoral and elegiac verse, but The Faerie Queene is his masterpiece, an unfinished allegorical epic intended to depict Aristotle's twelve moral virtues (twelve also being the number of books subsequently divided into twelve cantos for a proper epic), though he was only able...
Lo! I the man, whose Muse whylome did maske,
As time her taught, in lowly shephards weeds,
Am now enforst, a farre unfitter taske,
For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine oaten reeds,
And sing of knights and ladies gentle deeds;
Whose praises having slept in silence long,
Me, all too meane, the sacred Muse areeds
To blazon broade emongst her learned throng:
Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song.
Helpe then, O holy virgin, chiefe of nyne,
A haiku-like three-line poems that accompany watercolor landscapes presenting the beautiful nature and historical sites of Bulgaria.
The village- a beehive,
The demolished tomb-
uncapped, overrun with weeds
knocking on Heaven’s door.
Underwood scratched you.
A stone tripped you up.
Wild is the wood, a fairy-land.
Τέσσερα ποιήματα του Πιερ-Πάολο Παζολίνι και μία συζήτηση για ένα από αυτά.
Four poems by Pier-Paolo Pasolini and a discussion on one of them. Translation from Italian into Greek by Christos Alexandridis.
A book of Poetry written using current Turkish but in the style of Ottoman Turkish and includes an English translation.
Complex are the ways of life.
Difficult it is to describe them in Black & White.
Emotions are many; Words are few.
And those who know them are far and few
Life is a book of poems; And this is mine.
Beautiful or ugly, you determine.
Standing frail, she diffused her smell far and wide.
Not a man who was not attracted to this beauty of fairies.
Not a man who didn’t wish to appropriate her for self.
But her misty eyes were still poignant for love.
For which vulnerability, the men staged duals a plenty.
Yet she remained Virgin, for none had the limbs enough.
The luxury of choice she didn't have,
But her heart plotted a rebel nevertheless.
An evening clouded the Sun of the West.
When the soun...
Family unity is what helps people grow both as individuals and as members of society.
The 2015 Letter to My Parents ContestTM in Hawai‘i was organized by Kalamansi Books and Things, Sariling Gawa – Youth Council, Read 2 Succeed Foundation, and Reiyukai America.
The sponsors were Budget Color Litho., Filipino Association of University Women, BenchPrep, La Raza Unida, and Zippy’s
The judges were Maiana Minahal (Kapi‘olani Community College), Mia Porecca (Read 2gether Foundation), and Dusty Santos (KNDI 1270AM).
“We are committed to continue this no...
In this book I have tried to express my feelings, desires,
passions and emotions on topics very rarely discussed in society. In the
past two years I have seen new faces of our world, the faces generally
neglected by us; and in this book I have recorded my thoughts on all such
Call Upon Hope
I cast a net, into the sea,
I cast a net to catch some dreams;
The sea wouldn’t let me free,
So I cast a net to catch some dreams;
I tried to grasp, the light of the sun,
I tried to shine, like the moon;
Although the moon, lies in heaven,
I tried to shine, like the moon;
The sun set me ablaze,
And the moon, was nothing but dust;
I was looked upon, with an envious gaze,
Borne by the sons of lust;
When nations left my side,
And hate was given b...
الحمد لله رب العالمين والصلاة والسلام على أشرف خلقه محمد بن عبد الله وعلى آله الطيبين الطاهرين.
أما بعد فإن الأحداث التأريخية التي مرت عبر الليالي والأيام إلى أعماق الماضي البعيد هي تجارب أفرزتها آلة الألم تارة وآلة النشوى أخرى وقد أعقبت للأجيال اللاحقة بذلك الركب دروساً ورسائل وعبر جديدة بالقراءة بعمق التفكير والتحليل والتدقيق والملاحقة لكل جزئيات الحدث والشمولية المستوعبة لكل مافات أهل القلم والذهاب إلى الماضي ومعايشة أهله ومعاشرتهم كي يمكن فهم ما حدث!.
كي يؤخذ درس ف...
أبدأُ باسمِ ربّي الرحمنِ
أعوذُ باللهِ من الشيطانِ
أحمدُه على عظيم النعمة
ولاية النبيّ والأئمة
وصلّ يا ربّي على محمد
وآله بني النبيّ الأمجد
بأفضل الصلاةِ والسلامِ
وذلك في البدء والختامِ
فإنهم حقاً ولاةُ الأمرِ
وفيهم (فاسألوا أهلَ الذكرِ)
وفي الكتابِ نُعتوا بالعلمِ
وبالعلاماتِ الهدى والنجمِ
الشهدا والنورُ والآياتُ
والخلفاءُ همُ والهداةُ
في العلمِ إنهم لراسخونا
المصطفَون همْ ووارثونا
حقاً عليّ أنّه الطريقة
والحقُّ معْه وهو ال...
George Herbert, 1593 – 1633, was a British poet whose work has become increasing significant in the English language poetic. Influenced greatly by the metaphysical conceits of John Donne, Herbert applied the ideas of extended and imaginative metaphors infused with a highly precise language to create musical lyrics—Herbert had a great love and knowledge of music—that were entirely devoted to his Christian beliefs. While politically ambitious as a young man, Herbert fully ...
When God at first made Man,
Having a glasse of blessings standing by;
Let us (said he) poure on him all we can:
Let the worlds riches, which dispersed lie,
Contract into a span.
So strength first made a way;
Then beautie flow’d, then wisdome, honour, pleasure:
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that alone of all his treasure
Rest in the bottome lay.
ghazals in Pangasinan language
ontan la’y panpilalek ed sika
O tinmalintao ya danaya°
labitewen ka ed sayan bekta
managaag so lupam danaya
no yampar ka man ed saray musia
limgas mo’y naimano danaya
anlongen taka’d saray ghazalia
O yukit ko’y ngaran mo danaya
dia’d ilalam ono pililikna
binari ka balanin danaya
asingger ma’y arawi nin siansia
singa no balatabat danaya
dia’d itangwa’y banua’d agew aya
anggapo’y piaet no ag ta sika
° limgas na kaumaan o kaalogan
This is a collection of Filipino (with some English) poetry. Most of them don't have titles and may require some knowledge or information about Philippine society and culture. I have categorized these under the subject Religion primarily because many of the poems are Christian or even Catholic in nature although quite a number are reflections about life both personal and societal.
The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth collects the entirety of Wordsworth's verse, presenting it more or less chronologically and, as carefully as possible, the way was intended to be heard by the author, complete with the variety of word emphases that have been either represented by scare quotes or italics.
“The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.—Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this ...
Marathi Poetry for Children written by Satyajit Kharkar.
The selection of poems in this anthology may seem a bit unorthodox for Polish literature experts. I have no degree or expertise in any sort of literary research, which may well be the reason for my bizarre taste as presented here. I have tried my very best to include mainly those poems that are obligatory readings in Polish high schools, so that the English Reader can have the chance to get to know a portion of the choicest Polish poetry that an average Pole has willy-ni...
To the Young
by Adam Asnyk (1838–1897)
The brightening flame of truth pursue,
Seek to discover ways no human knows.
With every secret now revealed to you,
The soul of man expands within the new.
And God still bigger grows!
Although you may the flowers of myths remove,
Although you may the fabulous dark disperse,
And tear the mist of fancy from above;
There’ll be no shortage of new things to love,
Farther in the universe.
Each epoch has its special goa...
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) was worn in Edinburgh, Scotland, and suffered from frail health all through childhood, an affliction that would follow him into adulthood and manifest itself ultimately as tuberculosis. He initially set out to be a lawyer and was admitted to the bar in 1875, though he never practiced. He is best known for his tales Treasure Island and The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, though he wrote a number of other stories, excellent es...
The Land of Nod
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do—
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) is widely considered to be the best poet of the Augustan age, and perhaps English verse’s best satirist ever. Pope was mostly self-taught having been denied a formal protestant education because of his family’s Roman Catholic beliefs; he also suffered from the effects of Pott’s disease his entire life, which left him deformed and of small stature never growing past the height of four feet six inches. Despite these challenges, Pope flourished in...
from "Essay on Criticism"
“Tis hard to say if greater want of skill
Appear in writing or in judging ill;
But of the two less dangerous is th’ offence
To tire our patience than mislead our sense:
Some few in that, but numbers err in this;
Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss;
A fool might once himself alone expose;
Now one in verse makes many more in prose.
’Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Speculative, Contemplative, Confessional, and Surreal poetry accessible for all readers.
The storm was dead
A dialed down transistor
Trademark of the asshole
Down the street
Who boils health in a bag
(and grows conceit in his garden)