The Eight Greatest Poems of William Wordsworth
by Charles Eager William Wordsworth was born in Cockermouth, Cumberland, in 1770—the same year as gave us Beethoven, Hegel, and...
by Charles Eager William Wordsworth was born in Cockermouth, Cumberland, in 1770—the same year as gave us Beethoven, Hegel, and...
A Question of Faith The crowd cheered on their betters’ masquerade, Emotions seethed as memes were hatched and grew; Elijah...
(All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) Crossing the Swamp by Jon MacNaughton by Caud Sewer Bile "If freedom of speech...
The pika climbs the snowless slopes in hope of finding cooler climes. A tailless kin to hares, he shelters under...
(All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) Am-air-ica by Eber L. Aucsidew Die Welt proclaimed the biggest drop in CO2 was...
You Decide Some know me as Destiny, The weaver of the cloth of Time. Although my looms are never...
12/03/17 Of all ye gods, that crown Olympus high, Who yet remains that man’s not brought to heel? When aircraft...
Budding darkness, in your starkness, void of noise and light, deliver me from what I see ’fore day turns...
Nature’s pillars, which have borne Earth’s breath for ages, Are now crumbling into dust... Still, more keep falling, Shattered...
The Buds of Life On Nightly News I saw a sight obscene: A seahorse in embrace with cotton bud,...
The silver masses rising in huge numbers, The ship alone upon the sprawling sea, The snores of men found tossing...
Progress We fill our landfills That we build sky high With electronic gadgets That we must all buy ......
This poem is written in response to proposals to sell ancient public forests to private developers in England. https://saveourwoods.co.uk/ ...
Dying Muse Not everyone will survive The muse has sung her last song The end is about to arrive It...
Sleep, lying in dry river beds Sold rapidly, buy the shore banks Brains washed from corporate heads Dried and neatly styled on...
The Rocky Mountain Pines Written in Rhymed couplets of Anapestic Tetrameter. In the mountains or plains, with the pine in...
Dancer the arch of her collarbone a bridge, her legs a throne, the clean and simple lines of her body...
The World Is Still Too Much Too much, and much too much, it still goes on: The men and...
Riven (A Rannaigheacht Ghairid) Once I dreamed Ospreys soared where salmon teemed. Frigid streams and waterfalls Frosted walls where glaciers...
There used to be a limpid lake Home to the finest birds you'd find. We'd watch their glory till daybreak....
How Eden weeps to see, the ache of every tortured tree. How Eden doth recoil, at bitter cancer of...
Trees, Libraries, and Chinese Communism To wrap a ribbon round a UK tree And tie it into Chinese tyranny, Or...
Departure Like escaping through a siege, growing older Hampers itself with hopes of return; So if, over your bare...
The Desert We were flying in a desert, an oasis to drink dry. We gorged ourselves on date palms...
Witches’ Brew Round and round the seven seas go, In the putrid poisons throw, Double, double toil and trouble,...
Unforeseen Good Fortune’s Heirs Are We There’s little of the Plague that we can find to celebrate except for this...
Pacific Trash Vortex I don’t care about chemical sludges, I don’t care about plastic debris, the Pacific trash vortex...
A Bear in My Living Room While playing some computer games One day, I heard a noise out in...
The Price (a pantoum in iambic pentameter) The sea and sky, once beautiful and clean, They’ve paid the price...
2016 Primaries This season, Mr. Trump’s a raging wildfire, a storm ignited by reality TV, fodder for anyone who likes...
Below is an excerpt of the last ten stanzas of Lord Byron's ‘Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage,’ published originally in the 1810s....
Sorry Brian for the delayed response here. I did want to clarify that I have not added anything to "Babi…
Since my anecdotes were what gave Brian the impetus to write this poem, I should add something else about the…
And just a quick follow-up comment, Joe. It seems to me that a site for classical poetry should be able…
Thank you so much, jd! I'm very pleased that you liked them!
Thank you, Yael! "Old skeletons" sounds perfect for Halloween which rapidly approaches! As far as the other type of old…
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