LOVE AND FRIENDSHIPby Emily Bronte Love is like the wild rose-briar,Friendship like the holly-tree –The holly is dark when the rose-briar bloomsBut which will bloom most contantly?The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,Its summer blossoms scent the air;Yet wait till winter comes againAnd who wil call the wild-briar fair?Then scorn the silly rose-wreath nowAndContinue reading “Love and friendship; poem of the day”
No!By Thomas Hood No sun–no moon!No morn–no noon!No dawn–no dusk–no proper time of day–No sky–no earthly view–No distance looking blue–No road–no street–no “t’other side this way”–No end to any Row–No indications where the Crescents go–No top to any steeple–No recognitions of familiar people–No courtesies for showing ’em–No knowing ’em!No traveling at all–no locomotion–No inkling ofContinue reading “No: poem of the day”
THE WILL TO WINBy Berton Braley If you want a thing bad enoughTo go out and fight for it,Work day and night for it,Give up your time and your peace andyour sleep for it If only desire of itMakes you quite mad enoughNever to tire of it,Makes you hold all other things tawdryand cheap forContinue reading “The will: poem of the day”
A FALLEN LEAFBy Ella Wheeler Wilcox A trusting little leaf of green,A bold audacious frost;A rendezvous, a kiss or two,And youth for ever lost.Ah, me!The bitter, bitter cost.A flaunting patch of vivid red,That quivers in the sun;A windy gust, a grave of dust,The little race is run.Ah, me!Were that the only one.
A FALLEN LEAFBy Ella Wheeler Wilcox A trusting little leaf of green,A bold audacious frost;A rendezvous, a kiss or two,And youth for ever lost.Ah, me!The bitter, bitter cost. A flaunting patch of vivid red,That quivers in the sun;A windy gust, a grave of dust,The little race is run.Ah, me!Were that the only one.
I measure every Grief I meet By Emily Dickinson I measure every Grief I meetWith narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an Easier size.I wonder if They bore it long – Or did it just begin – I could not tell the Date of Mine – ItContinue reading “I measure every grief: poem of the day”
DEWDROPSBy Myra Viola Wilds Watch the dewdrops in the morning, Shake their little diamond heads,Sparkling, flashing, ever moving, From their silent little beds.See the grass! Each blade is brightened, Roots are strengthened by their stay;Like the dewdrops, let us scatter Gems of love along the way.
BE THE BEST OF WHATEVER YOU AREBy Douglas Malloch If you can’t be a pine on the top of the hill, Be a scrub in the valley — but beThe best little scrub by the side of the rill; Be a bush if you can’t be a tree. If you can’t be a bush beContinue reading “Be the best: poem of the day”
THE ROAD NOT TAKENBy Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claimBecause it was grassyContinue reading “The road not taken”
A narrow Fellow in the Grass BY EMILY DICKINSON A narrow Fellow in the GrassOccasionally rides -You may have met him? Did you notHis notice instant is -The Grass divides as with a Comb,A spotted Shaft is seen,And then it closes at your FeetAnd opens further on -He likes a Boggy Acre – A FloorContinue reading “A narrow fell in the grass”