Poems

it was midnight when i felt death sneak into my roomthey entered quietly, the gentle shutting of a windowas they clambered, a little inelegantly, over the silland came to a stop beside my bed their hand was cold as they touched my foreheadice against the warm of my blankets and pillowsbut their skin was soft as silk and ever so gentlefingers brushing away stray hairs from my … [Read more...] about In Death’s Embrace, By: Arlin Mudju

From Stirling castle we had seenThe mazy Forth unravelled;Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay,And with the Tweed had travelled;And when we came to Clovenford,Then said my "winsome Marrow,""Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside,And see the Braes of Yarrow." "Let Yarrow folk, 'frae' Selkirk town,Who have been buying, selling,Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own;Each maiden to her … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XII. Yarrow Unvisited, By: William Wordsworth

Proof read a mindHalf full with thoughtsAnd you shall findMy conscience caughtSeized by bold dreamsFull with mirthLight's fitful beamsEnvelop my earthIn a stark frameShe stands aloneHer face arcaneYet grand and boldHer silhouetteAcquits the pastOf deep regretThat failed to lastIt weaves its wayThrough every boneReset each dayWhen I'm aloneProof read my mindCrisp and revivedShe … [Read more...] about JNP, By: Nathan Mallon

Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord!Whom mere despite of heart could so far please,And love of havoc, (for with such diseaseFame taxes him,) that he could send forth wordTo level with the dust a noble horde,A brotherhood of venerable Trees,Leaving an ancient dome, and towers like these,Beggared and outraged! Many hearts deploredThe fate of those old Trees; and oft with … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XI. Sonnet Composed At —- Castle, By: William Wordsworth

I was tired of living under your thumb I got sick of biting my tongue and watching my tone losing weight till I see bone just so you would touch me when we were alone those days are long gone singing breakup songs happily finally feeling me it won’t be you who’s seeing me calling my new man I just call him D he finally sees me and breathes me can’t wait for him … [Read more...] about Thumb, By: Lauren O Sullivan