Poems

but then I felt a sting, slowly I opened up my hands and what I saw was a fairy staring fiercely back at me.. I dared not look away, afraid to even blink, I breathed so very gently,  almost unwilling to take the risk, she couldn't be real, this was a dream gone amiss.. ever so tenderly I held her as she stood and  spread her wings, up she flew and dazzled me, with bits of … [Read more...] about I Thought I Caught A Butterfly, By: Wil Petty

She dwelt among the untrodden waysBeside the springs of Dove,Maid whom there were none to praiseAnd very few to love: A violet by a mossy stoneHalf hidden from the eye!Fair as a star, when only oneIs shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could knowWhen Lucy ceased to be;But she is in her grave, and, oh,The difference to me! … [Read more...] about She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways, By: William Wordsworth

she came to me at night.descending after turbulence;seeking the key to unlock her pastand know a heart that had always been her own;she deposited a surge on the back of my necklike an ebbing tide of warm wishes for my safety and pride to be soothed, and tended. I knew her.I had been waiting on her; inside some chance like this.I had been stuck in aftermath of my expired … [Read more...] about Written In Durham, By: Matt Morris Hawkins

Where are they now, those wanton Boys?For whose free range the daedal earthWas filled with animated toys,And implements of frolic mirth;With tools for ready wit to guide;And ornaments of seemlier pride,More fresh, more bright, than princes wear;For what one moment flung aside,Another could repair;What good or evil have they seenSince I their pastime witnessed here,Their daring … [Read more...] about Sequel To The “Beggars,” 1802 – Composed Many Years After, By: William Wordsworth

While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields,With ripening harvest prodigally fair,In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air,Sent from some distant clime where Winter wieldsHis icy scimitar, a foretaste yieldsOf bitter change, and bids the flowers beware;And whispers to the silent birds, "PrepareAgainst the threatening foe your trustiest shields."For me, who under kindlier … [Read more...] about September 1815, By: William Wordsworth