your worst fears about me, to show you how little I care about you or anything except what I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment from its hanger like I'm choosing a body to carry me into this world, through the birth-cries and the love-cries too, ...
This is a collection of poems that I wrote about nature and wildlife, and our interactions with the natural world.
The judges of a dance competition know how to score each dancer not because of a publicly verifiable set of propositions about dance, but because they have the expertise and crucially the experience of dancing that allows them access to this knowledge. It is not subjectivity; it is objectivity ...
Whims of life that lie in wait Though I may not have a clue, Firm is my will, strong is my faith. My God will see me through. 23. Mighty Oak By Daniel Baker If the mighty oak could speak the words Of the times that it’s been tried, It’d speak about growing roots Instead of...
“Learning poems isn't about winning or losing. The power of poetry lies in shaping one’s view of life and developing one’s inner world.” said Li Bo, an expert guest at the Chinese Poetry Competition's second season. When it comes to teaching people about poetry, Li Dingguang...
My #1 Favorite Poem About Sirens “Song of the Sirens” by Arthur Symons Our breasts are cold, salt are our kisses, Your blood shall whiten in our sea-blisses; A man’s desire is a flame of fire, But chill as water is our desire. ...
As one looks on a face through a window, through life I have looked on God, Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die. ~Amelia Burr Funeral Poem: An Eternal Memory...Until We Meet Again Those special memories of you ...
'Grandpa's Lost His Gr' 'Life Goes On' & 'My Mum' & GLASTONBURY You're all on God's conveyor belt You're heading for a fall But heaven's got no gravity So I'm dancing above you all Work out what you want from life And make your dreams come true ...
The Twelve Dancing Princesses (Anne Sexton Poems) If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ... The Last Meeting (Siegfried Sassoon Poems) I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end,...
“Out of the wind that blows from her, That dancing and gentle is and Thereby pleasanter, Have I drunk a draught, sweeter than scent of myrrh. Ah God! How swift the night. And day comes on.” Venust the lady, and none lovelier, For her great beauty, many men look on her, Out ...