Poems

LoveI love you, February though you are not here, not with me.I love imagination and love to create a beautiful world.I love Sunday and sleep.I love poems and love to bore all with my poems.I love poets and their style.I love the miracle of morning song.I love the shades of sunset.I love the peeping moon from my window.I love the butterflies and their fluttering from flowers to … [Read more...] about Love, By: Pulkita Anand

Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:And, when I crossed the wild,I chanced to see at break of dayThe solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;She dwelt on a wide moor,The sweetest thing that ever grewBeside a human door! You yet may spy the fawn at play,The hare upon the green;But the sweet face of Lucy GrayWill never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy nightYou to … [Read more...] about Solitude, Or Lucy Gray, By: William Wordsworth

Soft as a cloud is yon blue Ridge, the MereSeems firm as solid crystal, breathless, clear,And motionless; and, to the gazer's eye,Deeper than ocean, in the immensityOf its vague mountains and unreal sky!But, from the process in that still retreat,Turn to minuter changes at our feet;Observe how dewy Twilight has withdrawnThe crowd of daisies from the shaven lawn,And has restored … [Read more...] about Soft As A Cloud Is Yon Blue Ridge, By: William Wordsworth

So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive,Would that the little Flowers were born to live,Conscious of half the pleasure which they give; That to this mountain-daisy's self were knownThe beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrownOn the smooth surface of this naked stone! And what if hence a bold desire should mountHigh as the Sun, that he could take accountOf all that issues … [Read more...] about So Fair, So Sweet, Withal So Sensitive, By: William Wordsworth

I hopeI can cling to the factThat all I have is real.I feelThat to forget thisWould point to my undoing.PursuingAll my hopes and dreamsGives me great comfort here,And hereI can be wholly sureOf all that gives me hope. Thus,Not in a critical wayCan I come to a conclusionFrom my mind meanderingI see through the illusionOf the clouds that promiseTo catch meFrom my ill fated … [Read more...] about I Hope I Never Fall, By: Paul White