Love is not all: poem of the day

LOVE IS NOT ALLBy Edna St. Vincent Millay Love is not all: it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain;Nor yet a floating spar to men that sinkAnd rise and sink and rise and sink again;Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,Nor clean the blood, nor set theContinue reading “Love is not all: poem of the day”

Daffodils: poem of the day

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched inContinue reading “Daffodils: poem of the day”

When great trees fall: poem of the day

WHEN GREAT TREES FALL By Maya Angelou When great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die, the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see witha hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,gnaws onContinue reading “When great trees fall: poem of the day”

Sympathy: poem of the day

SYMPATHYBy Paul Laurence Dunbar I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, And the river flows like a stream of glass; When the first bird sings and the first bud opes, And the faint perfume from itsContinue reading “Sympathy: poem of the day”

Top ten Tuesday

Hi Clovers, I will be listing ten of my favourite poems I think everyone should to read or listen to. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. Drop your favourite poems in the comments too 1. Phenomenal woman by Maya Angelou PHENOMENAL WOMANBy Maya AngelouPretty women wonder where my secret lies.I’m notContinue reading “Top ten Tuesday”

A prick, a sting and a pretty pretty thing

What Thing Is Love?By George Peele What Thing Is Love? What thing is love? for sure love is a thing.It is a prick, it is a sting,It is a pretty, pretty thing;It is a fire, it is a coal,Whose flame creeps in at every hole;And as my wit doth best devise,Love’s dwelling is in ladies’Continue reading “A prick, a sting and a pretty pretty thing”

Alone: poem of the day

ALONE WITH EVERYBODYBy Charles Bukowski the flesh covers the boneand they put a mindin there andsometimes a soul,and the women breakvases against the wallsand the men drink toomuchand nobody finds theonebut keeplookingcrawling in and outof beds.flesh coversthe bone and theflesh searchesfor more thanflesh.there’s no chanceat all:we are all trappedby a singularfate.nobody ever findsthe one.the cityContinue reading “Alone: poem of the day”

Roadways: poem of the day

ROADWAYSBy John Masefield One road leads to London, One road leads to Wales,My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.One road leads to the river, As it goes singing slow;My road leads to shipping, Where the bronzed sailors go.Leads me, lures me, calls me To salt green tossing sea;A road without earth’s road-dustContinue reading “Roadways: poem of the day”

London: poem of the day

LONDONBy William Blake I wandered through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow,And mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe.In every cry of every man, In every infant’s cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forged manacles I hear:How the chimney-sweeper’s cry Every blackening churchContinue reading “London: poem of the day”