Poetry Catalog

In the Silent Valley, I emptied my water into the unknown. Patient, unyielding drops refused to say goodbye.They will leave with the rest.No special treatment will be given. The low, attentive mist watches and waits, a damp shroud of privacy. I no longer needed my water.Let it mix and wash and foam with the rest.Let it strike the stone walls and smooth the stones on the … [Read more...] about In the Silent Valley, By: Keelan Gallagher

I "Rest, rest, perturbed Earth!O rest, thou doleful Mother of Mankind!"A Spirit sang in tones more plaintive than the wind:"From regions where no evil thing has birthI come thy stains to wash away,Thy cherished fetters to unbind,And open thy sad eyes upon a milder day.The Heavens are thronged with martyrs that have risenFrom out thy noisome prison;The penal caverns groanWith … [Read more...] about Invocation To The Earth, February 1816, By: William Wordsworth

where the wild world could be all minein the Firth of Forth to be one of the two to be raised as an experiment by a deaf muteso James IV could find the original language the speech of the angelsas they spoke to G-d O to be one of the untouched, to be brought upfour miles from what he'd call civilized where the welt-woodlands cleanse the sinsof the citified, where no … [Read more...] about O To Be A Child On The Island Of Inchkeith, By: Emma Goldman-Sherman

i have to know why i feel like a cat who has had her claws clippedwhenever i’m with you i’m telling myself not to scratchand i want to be open and honest and tell you i love youbut you won’t hear those words you’d just feel my nails in your backif i wanted forgiveness you’re not the woman i’d come toi’d kneel by my bed and i’d ask every star up abovebut sometimes i … [Read more...] about Self Discipline, By: Kate O’Brien

Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brakeYon busy Little-ones rejoice that soonA poor old Dame will bless them for the boon:Great is their glee while flake they add to flakeWith rival earnestness; far other strifeThan will hereafter move them, if they makePastime their idol, give their day of lifeTo pleasure snatched for reckless pleasure's sake.Can pomp and show allay one … [Read more...] about Intent On Gathering Wool From Hedge And Brake, By: William Wordsworth