Autumn Portrait by Brian Drury When the day ends, she goes for a walk. She breathes in the autumn: How the Juniper leaves feel nothing. She remembers walking hand in hand With her father a long time ago, Her little hands cupped within his, Squeezing his fingers so tightly, No space between and safe. They…
Nature Poems
a young dog’s howl in the wind by Ian MacMenamin
Silence of the Seabirds by Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr.
Silence of the Seabirds by Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. Perhaps we were born into water We skim bodies with our eyes Close as a kiss to the glass heart Of these protean seas We have nothing. But, wings, Bearing our weight, they wear out So soon our dreams wither Like dead leaves drowning in…
Sparkles with Annie by Chris Lawrence
Chris Lawrence born 64, lives in an English seaside town of West Kirby writes poetry and stories his most recent publication was in Zygote In My Coffee he can be reached on Twitter @clawfish
Consider This by Henry L. Mortimer Jr.
Consider This by Henry L. Mortimer Jr. Some animal, some low beast has done me a favor: it tipped over the trash can in the alley early this morning, scattering the contents, everything — brown banana peels, wads of Kleenex, open soiled diapers, moldy carrots, chicken bones and greasy aluminum foil, gum, dental floss, a…
Preludes by T. S. Eliot
Preludes by T. S. Eliot I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at…
Requiescat by Oscar Wilde
Requiescat by Oscar Wilde Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone,…
The Dance at the Pheoenix by Thomas Hardy
The Dance at the Pheoenix by Thomas Hardy To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone, His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or Tone. And duly he entreated her To be his tender minister, And call him aye her own. Fair Jenny’s life had hardly been A life of…
Drinking Alone in the Moonlight by Li Po
Drinking Alone in the Moonlight by Li Po (or Li Bai) Under the flowering trees, with a bottle of wine, I drink alone, for no friend is near. Raising my cup I call the bright moon, For he, with my shadow, make us three. The moon is no drinker of wine; Listless, my shadow only…
He is More Than a Hero by Sappho
Sappho the Poet He is More Than a Hero by Sappho He is a god in my eyes– the man who is allowed to sit beside you — he who listens intimately to the sweet murmur of your voice, the enticing laughter that makes my own heart beat fast. If I meet you suddenly, I…