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.
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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)
All these poems and drawings are royalty free and can be copied used printed and distributed, scrawled on walls, danced to and generally treated as if they were something to be enjoyed rather than just scary poetry.
A complete collection of the poems of William Blake. Blake (1757-1827) was an English poet, engraver, and painter. Early in his life, his unique and deceptively simple poems marked the beginning of Romanticism, particularly those from his volumes Songs of Innocence (1789) and Songs of Experience (1794). Later work evolved into long mythological pieces informed by visions Blake claimed to have throughout his life. This volume collects all his poetic output, including thos...
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes!
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy...
These songs can be read as poetry as the reader sees the changes that the writer goes through as he ages and what themes have entered into his conscience.
The following is an excerpt from the title song that illustrates this.
"Take me by my fortunes
Show me right from wrong
Make me dance a waltzing step
Following my songs
Spinning 'round my weary eyes
Can only see what's inside
Gentle Dreams and Simple Truths
That time has taught me to hide."
Songs by Keith Wayne Phillips
Paradise Lost by John Milton; An Easy to Read Edition.
Milton's masterpiece was difficult for me to read. I was challenged by three things: Milton's use of his "blank verse" format; the archaic spelling in currently available editions; and Milton's many references to obscure historical and mythological events, locations, and characters. To make my next reading of this beloved poem easier, I have made changes in three areas.
First, I have updated the spelling. Second,...
Paradise Lost by John Milton; An Easy to Read Edition.
Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit of that forbidden tree,
Whose mortal taste brought Death into the world, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater man restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
Sing heavenly muse, that on the secret top of Oreb, or of Sinai,
Didst inspire that shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed,
In the beginning how the heavens ...
10 Poems for Educational Materials ESL.
"...as humanity's blazing orb propels..."
Booklet. Ten Prose Poems about Asia.
"...as humanity's blazing orb propels itself..."
Poems written between 2013 and 2015 all of which have between 4 and 14 lines.
Contemporary poetry in three languages: English, Italian and Spanish
Dear Lover—a poetry collection about hope and heartbreak, about love in its short, long, and temporary forms, about how love can be cloaked in abuse, how love can build us or break us, the hard and soft of it, the good, the bad, and the completely atrocious.
The collection is a poetic story of different relationships which are organized into the stages of a relationship; that initial attraction, the circling dance around each other, the honey-moon stage, the souring, ...
If you are empty
I am open
a lock is nothing without a key to close it,
a saucer needs tea
like sugar needs a spoon
a model does not both
pose and paint
dissolving sugar, sweetened teas
Matcha whisks and sheltering saucers
ceramic teapots and crochet coasters
a heat that creeps from tea to saucer
a warmth spread by a sweetening spoon
what is a journey
without someone who wanders
if sometimes a pair
is made of two
Walt Whitman (1819-1892) is widely considered to be the greatest and most influential of all American poets. The first edition of LEAVES OF GRASS, his sole book which he would continue to revise over the course of his life expanding and rewriting it until the year of his death, appeared in 1855. This volume endeavors to recreate that debut edition as much as an e-book’s virtual typesetting will allow.
I celebrate myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass.
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes . . . . the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
The atmosphere is not a perfume . . . ....