Poetry Catalog

On a wintry night, I passed the old graveyard.Soil creep slanted the headstones.The 'forgotten' of the town.Locked up tightly with a padlockAs if to protect the dead.Are they lonely I wonder? Or in The best slumber?'Here lies John Murphy, 1867'.I could barely make out the inscription.In time, 'John Murphy 1867' will be eroded forever.There lays the forgotten who once, Played … [Read more...] about The Long Night, By: Seamus Whelan

There's more in words than I can teach:Yet listen, Child! I would not preach;But only give some plain directionsTo guide your speech and your affections.Say not you 'love' a roasted fowl,But you may love a screaming owl.And, if you can, the unwieldy toadThat crawls from his secure abodeWithin the mossy garden wallWhen evening dews begin to fall.Oh mark the beauty of his … [Read more...] about Loving And Liking – Irregular Verses – Addressed To A Child (By My Sister), By: William Wordsworth

Summer dresseson the line,blowing in the wind.Different colors billowing-polka dots and plaidsto go with summer shoes. … [Read more...] about Summer Dresses, By: Mary Bone

You call it, "Love lies bleeding," so you may,Though the red Flower, not prostrate, only droops,As we have seen it here from day to day,From month to month, life passing not away:A flower how rich in sadness! Even thus stoops,(Sentient by Grecian sculpture's marvelous power)Thus leans, with hanging brow and body bentEarthward in uncomplaining languishmentThe dying Gladiator. … [Read more...] about Love Lies Bleeding, By: William Wordsworth

How can I capture the sunlight just behind the trees,water droplets drying on my skin,the feeling of my fingers in the sandor your fingertips running up my leg? I think the answer is simple: I can’t.So, here I’ll sit, writing poems in my head,With the knowledge that we’ll never be here again. … [Read more...] about Halcyon Daze, By: Brianna Brown