...thou Turnest Again to Follow It.. Poems

25 Lines or Fewer

Break, Interruption, Break

Break, break, break,

On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!

And I would that my tongue could utter

The thoughts that arise in me.

O, well for the fisherman'south male child,

That he shouts with his sister at play!

O, well for the crewman lad,

That he sings...

A Noiseless Patient Spider

A noiseless patient spider,

I mark'd where on a little promontory information technology stood isolated,

Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,

It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,

Ever unreeling them, e'er tirelessly speeding them.

And yous O my soul where y'all stand up,

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans...

Trust Fund Witches

Tape hiss, Value Hamlet, vibraphones. On fixed-gears scrubbed with salt and lemon, like the underground at the centre of a Magic Eye the witches, genderless equally light, breathe green and lavender, appear and disappear, chanting your passwords in a circular. Voices like dimes dropped in a basin, chroma ultraviolet, glittering auras. Skin so soft they move through walls they press confronting your window,...

Adam Posed

Could our get-go father, at his toilsome plow,

Thorns in his path, and labor on his brow,

Clothed only in a rude, unpolished pare,

Could he a vain fantastic nymph have seen,

In all her airs, in all her caper graces,

Her various fashions, and more various faces;

How had information technology posed that skill, which late assigned

Just appellations to...

Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud

Expiry, be not proud, though some take called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for k fine art not and then;

For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Expiry, nor yet canst k kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,

Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee do go,

...

The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

The tide rises, the tide falls,

The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;

Along the sea-sands damp and brown

The traveller hastens toward the town,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

But the body of water, the ocean in the darkness calls;

The little waves, with their soft, white...

Equanimous upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802

Globe has not anything to show more off-white:

Tiresome would he exist of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty:

This City now doth, like a garment, wear

The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie

Open up unto the fields, and to the sky;

All bright and glittering in the smokeless...

Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,

I all solitary beweep my outcast state,

And problem deafened sky with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to ane more rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,

Desiring this man's fine art and that man'southward telescopic,

With what I about...

Experience

The lords of life, the lords of life, —

I saw them pass,

In their own guise,

Like and dissimilar,

Portly and grim, —

Use and Surprise,

Surface and Dream,

Succession swift and spectral Wrong,

Temperament without a natural language,

And the inventor of the game

Omnipresent without proper noun; —

Some to run across, some to...

The Wife

Living, I had no might

To make you hear,

Now, in the inmost nighttime,

I am and then about

No whisper, falling lite,

Divides the states, dear.

Living, I had no claim

On your great hours.

At present the sparse candle-flame,

The closing flowers,

Wed summer with my name, —

And these are...

England in 1819

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying Male monarch;

Princes, the dregs of their deadening race, who period

Through public scorn, — mud from a muddy spring;

Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know,

Merely leechlike to their fainting country cling

Till they drop, blind in blood, without a accident.

A people starved and stabbed in th' untilled field;

...

Let the Ponies Out

oh papa, to take you lot drift up, some part of you lot drift up through

water through

fresh h2o into the teal plate of sky soaking foothills, papa,

to have your breath leave, escape you, escape the

weight of bone, muscle and organ, escape you, to ascent up, to loft,

till you are all breath filling the room, rise, escaping the white...

Hip-Hop Ghazal

Gotta love us chocolate-brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips,

decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips.

Every bit the jukebox teases, spotter my sistas throat the heartbreak,

inhaling bassline, cracking courage and singing thru hips.

Like something boneless, we glide silent, seeping 'tween floorboards,

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