Poems

From the fierce aspect of this River, throwingHis giant body o'er the steep rock's brink,Back in astonishment and fear we shrink:But, gradually a calmer look bestowing,Flowers we espy beside the torrent growing;Flowers that peep forth from many a cleft and chink,And, from the whirlwind of his anger, drinkHues ever fresh, in rocky fortress blowing:They suck from breath that, … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XII. – The Fall Of The Aar – Handec, By: William Wordsworth

Get out of your head, and into your heart.Overthinkers rip their own selves apart.Don't need an outsider to scramble your brains.You do it to yourself, scratchy tapes all the same.Keep turning the wheels inside out.So much frustration, the obsession just mounts.I've walked that road a million times: only get singed by a thorny vine.Let it go, give it up to the … [Read more...] about Unscramble Your Brain, By: Teri Dourmashkin

The Prince he came.To talk about homelessness,People listened, not believing,To a word he said.We can do it together, end homelessness,The Prince kept repeating,No one listened any more,They knew these empty words,The knew about the roomy palaces, the holiday retreats,The extra rent he collected every week,From property he owned,No ending homelessness here,only adding to his … [Read more...] about End Homelessness, By: Micheal Farrell

Uttered by whom, or how inspired designedFor what strange service, does this concert reachOur ears, and near the dwellings of mankind!'Mid fields familiarized to human speech?No Mermaid's warble to allay the windDriving some vessel toward a dangerous beach,More thrilling melodies; Witch answering Witch,To chant a love-spell, never intertwinedNotes shrill and wild with art more … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XI. – On Approaching The Staub-Bach, Lauterbrunnen, By: William Wordsworth

Not, like his great Compeers, indignantlyDoth Danube spring to life! The wandering Stream(Who loves the Cross, yet to the Crescent's gleamUnfolds a willing breast) with infant gleeSlips from his prison walls: and Fancy, freeTo follow in his track of silver light,Mounts on rapt wing, and with a moment's flightHath reached the encincture of that gloomy seaWhose waves the Orphean … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – X. – The Source Of The Danube, By: William Wordsworth