On Monday night, April 15th in 1985Two gladiators met in a ringThey barely got out aliveThe fans they were in for a treatThey had no idea what was in storeWhen the bell for round one rangStrategy was thrown out the doorA boxer they called the HitmanWhose right hand was hard as stoneHe broke it on Hagler’s bald headBut Marvin barely groanedMarvelous had a chin of steelTook … [Read more...] about War, By: Steven Mcdonald
Song At The Feast Of Brougham Castle, By: William Wordsworth
High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.The words of ancient time I thus translate,A festal strain that hath been silent long:"From town to town, from tower to tower,The red rose is a gladsome flower.Her thirty years of winter past,The red rose is revived at last;She lifts her head for endless spring,For everlasting blossoming:Both … [Read more...] about Song At The Feast Of Brougham Castle, By: William Wordsworth
Love, By: Pulkita Anand
LoveI love you, February though you are not here, not with me.I love imagination and love to create a beautiful world.I love Sunday and sleep.I love poems and love to bore all with my poems.I love poets and their style.I love the miracle of morning song.I love the shades of sunset.I love the peeping moon from my window.I love the butterflies and their fluttering from flowers to … [Read more...] about Love, By: Pulkita Anand
Solitude, Or Lucy Gray, By: William Wordsworth
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:And, when I crossed the wild,I chanced to see at break of dayThe solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;She dwelt on a wide moor,The sweetest thing that ever grewBeside a human door! You yet may spy the fawn at play,The hare upon the green;But the sweet face of Lucy GrayWill never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy nightYou to … [Read more...] about Solitude, Or Lucy Gray, By: William Wordsworth
Soft As A Cloud Is Yon Blue Ridge, By: William Wordsworth
Soft as a cloud is yon blue Ridge, the MereSeems firm as solid crystal, breathless, clear,And motionless; and, to the gazer's eye,Deeper than ocean, in the immensityOf its vague mountains and unreal sky!But, from the process in that still retreat,Turn to minuter changes at our feet;Observe how dewy Twilight has withdrawnThe crowd of daisies from the shaven lawn,And has restored … [Read more...] about Soft As A Cloud Is Yon Blue Ridge, By: William Wordsworth