“Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.”
~ Sara Coleridge
Tag: Poems
An Appropriate Description to What it Was Like Here Shortly After Sunrise
“The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind in never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
December
“I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
‘We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,’
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.”
~ Oliver Herford
January
To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June.
~Jean-Paul Sartre
December
When dark December glooms the day,
And takes our autumn joys away;
When short and scant the sun-beam throws,
Upon the weary waste of snows…
~Walter Scott, Marmion, 1808
Source: Quote Garden
October
now its October
the days are
getting shorter
the air a tad
cooler …. the
leaves slowly
turning their
collective colors
soon to be naked
indicating winter
is on its way
Written In Cursive
Clouds are poems, and the most moving poems linger on the blackboard so long, written in cursive so lovely, they also exist inside our fingertips. We never really erase them at the end of the lesson.
~ Ann Beattie
J. R. R. Tolkien Poem
“The greatest adventure is what lies ahead.
Today and tomorrow are yet to be said.
The chances, the changes are all yours to make.
The mold of your life is in your hands to break.”
~ J. R. R. Tolkien
Leonard Cohen Poem
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.
~Leonard Cohen
Emily Dickinson Poem
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
~Emily Dickinson, “A Word is Dead
Christina Rossetti Poem: Changing Seasons
“January cold and desolate;
February dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
Birds sing in tune
To flowers of May,
And sunny June
Brings longest day;
In scorched July
The storm-clouds fly,
Lightning-torn;
August bears corn,
September fruit;
In rough October
Earth must disrobe her;
Stars fall and shoot
In keen November;
And night is long
And cold is strong
In bleak December.”
~ Christina Rossetti
John Donne ~ Autumn
No spring nor summer’s beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face….
~John Donne, “Elegy IX: The Autumnal”
John W. Fellows ~ Poem
I want to hear the simmer
Of the old coffee pot;
I want to hear it hummin’
When it’d gettin’ good and hot;
I want to see the vapor rise,
Like incense in the room,
And float about a-fillin’
Every corner with perfume.
~John W. Fellows, “The Old Coffee Pot,”
in The People’s Home Journal, July 1903
Poem: Walt Whitman, Miracles
“As for me, I know nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under the trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love,
Or sleep in bed at night with any one I love,
Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon…
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown,
Or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring…
What stranger miracles are there?”
– Walt Whitman
Jamie Lynn Morris Poem
Like butterflies in Spring
Poetry awakens the Spirit,
stirs the imagination and explores
the possibilities with each stroke of its rhythmic wings.
~Jamie Lynn Morris
Philosophical Poem
See without looking,
hear without listening,
breathe without asking.
~W.H. Auden
Summer Sky
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
True Poems flee
~Emily Dickinson, C.1879
The Wind
The wind blew very hard that day
And snatched her petticoat away.
~Gustave Flaubert
Pt III, Ch. VIII – Madame Bovary (1857)
Allen Ginsberg Quote On Poetry
Allen Ginsberg On Poetry
Am I A Poet
I have been told be a few
followers of my blog, and
mention they like my poems.
When I was a boy of school
age, I detested poetry,
hated reading and listening
to it.
Back in the 1990s, I bought
an Edgar Allan Poe book with
all of his poems, and short
stories. A friend tried to
nudge me into writing poems,
but found it a struggle, so
I threw in the towel.
Now, its the 21st century
and recently started what
I am tagging them as “Thoughts”
and never consider some of
the posts as being poetry.
What I write is short
snippets of whatever comes
to mind, and if it sounds
like “poetry,” I shall
accept it as poetry.
If anyone says that
I should consider to
put them in book form,
well … that is not
going to happen.
Quote
A picture is a poem without words.
— Horace
A Pondering Mind 