Poetry Catalog

The seas of my youth have splashed waves of love on to theeAnd the winds of emotion have hurt both you and meThrough a rainfall of unhappy tears we set love freeNow through a strom of loneliness,Does it have to be so empty? … [Read more...] about Empty, By: Michael Hennessy

Five years have past; five summers, with the lengthOf five long winters! and again I hearThese waters, rolling from their mountain-springsWith a soft inland murmur., Once againDo I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,That on a wild secluded scene impressThoughts of more deep seclusion; and connectThe landscape with the quiet of the sky.The day is come when I again reposeHere, … [Read more...] about Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey, By: William Wordsworth

No one knows where poetry comes from. That's been said before but bears repeating. It is deep within the rocky fissures, a wellspring of emotion of love and pain. It is a bright songbird that flies to your windowsill and offers a moment of its verse in liquid notes. Then it takes flight and disappears. If you did not record that song on your heart it might be gone. No one knows … [Read more...] about Fountainhead, By: Rob Jagodzinski

Loud is the Vale! the Voice is upWith which she speaks when storms are gone,A mighty unison of streams!Of all her Voices, One! Loud is the Vale; this inland DepthIn peace is roaring like the SeaYon star upon the mountain-topIs listening quietly. Sad was I, even to pain deprest,Importunate and heavy load!The Comforter hath found me here,Upon this lonely road; And many … [Read more...] about Lines, By: William Wordsworth

Along this puny bayside road,where the concrete apartmental beasts rise upin their becastled storied crenellations,mortared Krishnas with a thousand glassy eyesfacing the strayed armies of the Atlantic,like a hallucinogenic great and graying cloud,the razor tips of icy waves throwing their battalionagainst the shiftless sand and boarded-up coweringsof sidewalk shops—we’ve had … [Read more...] about Havre De Grace At Febuary’s End, By: Askold Skalsky