Poetry Catalog

Ye Apennines! with all your fertile valesDeeply embosomed, and your winding shoresOf either sea an Islander by birth,A Mountaineer by habit, would resoundYour praise, in meet accordance with your claimsBestowed by Nature, or from man's great deedsInherited: presumptuous thought! it fledLike vapour, like a towering cloud, dissolved.Not, therefore, shall my mind give way to … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Italy, 1837 – I. – Musings Near Aquapendente – April 1837, By: William Wordsworth

I can sense the disdain you have for the purest of manWishing upon him the same fate as a mayfly on its only dayYour life is consumed by feeding on the fear of humankindYour outer vessel once moulded by the purest of handsNow resembles a creature awakened in our darkest dreamsA life force that grows stronger with each failure of mortal menWho once had a purpose and were … [Read more...] about The Devils Man, By: Jono Horton

If Nature, for a favourite child,In thee hath tempered so her clay,That every hour thy heart runs wild,Yet never once doth go astray, Read o'er these lines; and then reviewThis tablet, that thus humbly rearsIn such diversity of hueIts history of two hundred years. When through this little wreck of fame,Cipher and syllable! thine eyeHas travelled down to Matthew's … [Read more...] about Matthew, By: William Wordsworth

Departed Child! I could forget thee onceThough at my bosom nursed; this woeful gainThy dissolution brings, that in my soulIs present and perpetually abidesA shadow, never, never to be displacedBy the returning substance, seen or touched,Seen by mine eyes, or clasped in my embrace.Absence and death how differ they! and howShall I admit that nothing can restoreWhat one short sigh … [Read more...] about Maternal Grief, By: William Wordsworth

Today I set a friend freeI say a friend, but we rarely spokeI texted and received apologiesAnd promises of future chatsWith beers and good times I was getting over a hard timeSad news that wasn’t welcomeAnd my home-life had to changeWe were no longer co-locatedBut the city is small and opportunities many Except it wasn’t, and they weren’t. Today I set a friend freeI’m … [Read more...] about Shiny, By: Paul White