“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
Tag Archives: Poems
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 …
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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, …
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 …
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
Wordables
Allen Ginsberg On Poetry
Wordables
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 …
Quote
A picture is a poem without words. — Horace
A Pondering Mind 