Poetry Catalog

Summer dresseson the line,blowing in the wind.Different colors billowing-polka dots and plaidsto go with summer shoes. … [Read more...] about Summer Dresses, By: Mary Bone

You call it, "Love lies bleeding," so you may,Though the red Flower, not prostrate, only droops,As we have seen it here from day to day,From month to month, life passing not away:A flower how rich in sadness! Even thus stoops,(Sentient by Grecian sculpture's marvelous power)Thus leans, with hanging brow and body bentEarthward in uncomplaining languishmentThe dying Gladiator. … [Read more...] about Love Lies Bleeding, By: William Wordsworth

How can I capture the sunlight just behind the trees,water droplets drying on my skin,the feeling of my fingers in the sandor your fingertips running up my leg? I think the answer is simple: I can’t.So, here I’ll sit, writing poems in my head,With the knowledge that we’ll never be here again. … [Read more...] about Halcyon Daze, By: Brianna Brown

I met Louisa in the shade,And, having seen that lovely Maid,Why should I fear to sayThat, nymph-like, she is fleet and strong,And down the rocks can leap alongLike rivulets in May? She loves her fire, her cottage-home;Yet o'er the moorland will she roamIn weather rough and bleak;And, when against the wind she strains,Oh! might I kiss the mountain rainsThat sparkle on her … [Read more...] about Louisa After Accompanying Her On A Mountain Excursion, By: William Wordsworth

never more thana few miles fromhome i mournthe places I’ll nevertravel the villas,colosseums ofRome, Italy the castles,Alpine Lakesof Germany the religiouscenters, culturalislands, beaches of Japan will remain foreignsoil, an alien sensationonly hypothesized by the footthus, the toe willcontinue to curl downwards to the same gas stations,the same … [Read more...] about Alive, By: Andrew Buckner