Modern poets have been known to feel the same way... Preposterous Eros by Michael R. Burch “Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga Preposterous Eros shot me in the buttocks, with a Devilish grin, spent all my money in a rush then left my heart effete pink mush. It’s easy to ...
My heart is a garden of dreamsWhere you walk when day is done,Fair as the royal flowers,Calm as the lingering sun. Never a drouth comes there,Nor any frost that mars,Only the wind of loveUnder the early stars,— The living breath that movesWhispering to and fro,Like the voice of God...
The Hands of the Betrothed, by D. H. Lawrence The Heart I Loved, by John Alexander Joyce The Heart Will Remember, by Andrew Downing Her Eyes Say Yes, by Arthur Symons Her Lover's Step, by James McIntyre Her Reply, by Sir Walter Raleigh Hesterna Rosa, by Arthur Symons Homag...
and the only sound I hear is the blackbird's song -- the liquid softly gurgling notes that seem to well up spontaneously from an infinite joy, an infinite peace, at the heart of nature and bring a message not from some remote Heaven of the Sky or Future, but the Heaven that is Here...
How fast the years have surpassed But as you walk me down the aisle, Daddy, please don’t cry, You know how much I love you, And this is not good-bye As I spread my wings and fly, Look at me and know, That you will forever be in my heart, Even as the years grow I think ...
A stain of ink is unwiped on the table, And a kiss is like a seal upon the heart, Matchless, unforgettable, goodbye . . . But this one doesn't last long . . . Already The firmament is not overhead, and somewhere In a dull suburb is an empty house, Cold in winter and in summe...
The Creed of My Heart and Other Poems. By Edmond HolmesEdmond Gore Alexander Holmes
The tropic seas thou and thy dainty bride), How thou must scorn the zone where we are pent. Fearless darter through the blue firmament, I bid thee hail, and here denounce the pride That in man’s heart, like Caliban, doth hide, ...
The Temple Of FameAlexander Pope In that soft season, when descending show'rs Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs; When op'ning buds salute the welcome day, ... Read Poem Don Juan: Canto The FourteenthGeorge Gordon Byron ...
That playeth behind the veil. I have loved my God as a child at heart ... Read Poem 12. A Virginal No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, For my surrounding air hath a new lightness; Slight are her arms, yet they...