Poems

I see the constant uptickOf apartments being builtThat aren’t affordableHence the reason hotels are at capacity The central sides sunshineMakes my skin cryObserving adolescents carelesslyRunning away from distracted parents Ain’t hard to tell it’s FridayDoorDash Burger Kingsmells Linger in the HallwaysEnd of the week relief The hardworking never seemTo get deserved … [Read more...] about Not A Fool Nor A Pop Culture 2ooL, By: Laquan White

Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky)The Moon re-entering her monthly round,No faculty yet given me to espyThe dusky Shape within her arms imbound,That thin memento of effulgence lostWhich some have named her Predecessor's ghost. . Young, like the Crescent that above me shone,Nought I perceived within it dull or dim;All that appeared was suitable to OneWhose fancy had a … [Read more...] about Stanzas, By: William Wordsworth

Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plantOf such weak fibre that the treacherous airOf absence withers what was once so fair?Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant?Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilantBound to thy service with unceasing care,The mind’s least generous wish a mendicantFor nought but what thy happiness could spare.Speak though this soft warm heart, once … [Read more...] about Speak!, By: William Wordsworth

They seek, are sought; to daily battle led,Shrink not, though far outnumbered by their Foes,For they have learnt to open and to closeThe ridges of grim war; and at their headAre captains such as erst their country bredOr fostered, self-supported chiefs, like thoseWhom hardy Rome was fearful to oppose;Whose desperate shock the Carthaginian fled.In One who lived unknown a … [Read more...] about Spanish Guerillas, By: William Wordsworth

Desponding Father! mark this altered bough,So beautiful of late, with sunshine warmed,Or moist with dews; what more unsightly now,Its blossoms shriveled, and its fruit, if formed,Invisible? yet Spring her genial browKnits not o'er that discolouring and decayAs false to expectation. Nor fret thouAt like unlovely process in the MayOf human life: a Stripling's graces blow,Fade and … [Read more...] about Sonnets – I – Desponding Father! Mark This Altered Bough, By: William Wordsworth