Poem of the day: Absence

ABSENCEBy Elizabeth Jennings I visited the place where we last met.Nothing was changed, the gardens were well-tended,The fountains sprayed their usual steady jet;There was no sign that anything had endedAnd nothing to instruct me to forget.The thoughtless birds that shook out of the trees,Singing an ecstasy I could not share,Played cunning in my thoughts. SurelyContinue reading “Poem of the day: Absence”

Poem of the day: A hero

A HEROBy Robert W. Service Three times I had the lust to kill,To clutch a throat so young and fair,And squeeze with all my might untilNo breath of being lingered there.Three times I drove the demon out,Though on my brow was evil sweat. . . .And yet I know beyond a doubtHe’ll get me yet,Continue reading “Poem of the day: A hero”

Poem of the day: Alone

ALONEBy Edgar Allen Poe From childhood’s hour I have not beenAs others were—I have not seenAs others saw—I could not bringMy passions from a common spring—From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow—I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone—And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—Then—in my childhood—in the dawnOf a mostContinue reading “Poem of the day: Alone”

Poem of the day: Old friends

OLD FRIENDSBy Edgar Guest I do not say new friends are not considerate and true,Or that their smiles ain’t genuine, but still I’m tellin’ youThat when a feller’s heart is crushed and achin’ with the pain,And teardrops come a-splashin’ down his cheeks like summer rain,Becoz his grief an’ loneliness are more than he can bear,SomehowContinue reading “Poem of the day: Old friends”

Poem of the day: Life’s scars

LIFES SCARS By Ella Wheeler Wilcox They say the world is round, and yetI often think it square,So many little hurts we getFrom corners here and there.But one great truth in life I’ve found,While journeying to the West-The only folks who really woundAre those we love the best.The man you thoroughly despiseCan rouse your wrath,Continue reading “Poem of the day: Life’s scars”

Poem of the day: Leisure

LEISUREBy W.H Davies What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stareNo time to stand beneath the boughs,And stare as long as sheep and cowsNo time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grassNo time to see, in broad daylight,Streams full of stars, like skiesContinue reading “Poem of the day: Leisure”

Poem of the day: Mock Orange

Mock orange By Louise Gluck It is not the moon, I tell you.It is these flowerslighting the yard.I hate them.I hate them as I hate sex,the man’s mouthsealing my mouth, the man’sparalyzing body—and the cry that always escapes,the low, humiliatingpremise of union—In my mind tonightI hear the question and pursuing answerfused in one soundthat mountsContinue reading “Poem of the day: Mock Orange”