The talk this morning is about the weather
Poems about Poetry
inamorata of the deep
frozen into their thousand-year dreams,
feed wryly upon one another.
Untitled by Austin Bagwell All I want is to lose myself, to drown in the ink. If life could be still long enough, if I could find the right cliff, my words would flow forth like a war cry, like a kiss. ### Austin Bagwell, 21, is from Amarillo, Texas. His work has appeared in […]
by Blazhia Parker I wish we could talk All I’m left with is mystery and interpretation What if I’ve gotten it all wrong? Maybe I’ve mutilated Or overly debated By defending your words, Words that I’ve never actually heard uttered from your mouth
Heterophemize by Kevin Brown Heterophemize v. — to say something different from what you mean to say You are my noun, I set out to say, my person, place, and thing, but I verbed instead, stammered out adjective after adjective, but spoke so adverbly you exclamated. I thought we were gerunding well, but you saw […]
HIS POETRY HIS PILLAR Only a little more I have to write: Then I’ll give o’er, And bid the world good-night. ‘Tis but a flying minute, That I must stay, Or linger in it: And then I must away. O Time, that cut’st down all, And scarce leav’st here Memorial Of any men that were;poe […]
Jonathan Swift (1667-1745)
James Elroy Flecker was a British poet who was born in 1884 and died in 1915. He was the most famous poet of the Parnassian Poets.