Poems

Life's great dilemma We all can relateDoubt and second guessingA too common trait It's 18 inchesFrom the head to the heartWhere I end up Is not where I start Should I do thatOr should I do this?Will it end in regretOr exceptional bliss? Is it better for themOr does it serve me?Will the fog disappearSo now I can see? The decision I knowI have to makeWill … [Read more...] about 18 Inches, By: Steven Mcdonald

The minstrels played their Christmas tuneTo-night beneath my cottage-eaves;While, smitten by a lofty moon,The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,That overpowered their natural green. Through hill and valley every breezeHad sunk to rest with folded wings:Keen was the air, but could not freeze,Nor check, the music of the strings;So stout … [Read more...] about Minstrels, By: William Wordsworth

'Night Speaks' Grateful is Sleep, my life in stone bound fast;More grateful still: while wrong and shame shall last,On me can Time no happier state bestowThan to be left unconscious of the woe.Ah then, lest you awaken me, speak low.Grateful is Sleep, more grateful still to beOf marble; for while shameless wrong and woePrevail, 'tis best to neither hear nor see.Then wake me … [Read more...] about Michael Angelo In Reply To The Passage Upon His Staute Of Sleeping Night, By: William Wordsworth

At the backIn timeTogether.In frontStarstuck,Wearing gold and amber.One momentLost forever. … [Read more...] about Autumn Choir, By: Gerro McGee

If from the public way you turn your stepsUp the tumultuous brook of Green-head Ghyll,You will suppose that with an upright pathYour feet must struggle; in such bold ascentThe pastoral mountains front you, face to face.But, courage! for around that boisterous brookThe mountains have all opened out themselves,And made a hidden valley of their own.No habitation can be seen; but … [Read more...] about Michael – A Pastoral Poem, By: William Wordsworth