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Post by Thewolf on Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:03 pm

Yellow Eyes
Joan L. Van Vels






We've roamed the wild country
My beautiful yellow eyes,
Side by side we've hunted
Shadows dancing on northern skies.


There have been times of plenty
We were content and serene,
Peacefully sleeping
Dangers few and far between.


We've also known much hunger
Ribs protruding from each side,
Mournfully we howled
When our starving cubs had died.


And then there was our first winter
Romping thru the glistening snow,
Tasting each crystal snowflake
Falling gently to and fro.


Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes
I've known no greater love,
Without you, I am nothing
Our wild souls are one.


And now you lay there dying
Steel jaws upon your frame,
Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name.


Helpless, I watch you struggle
Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.


The blood has now stopped flowing
I know the time is near,
And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear.


And now my world is silent
Your struggles now have ceased,
I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace.


Perhaps your soul has lifted
To skies where eagles soar,
And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more.

And someday I shall find you


In the heaven's so far above,


And when our wild soul's unite


There'll be no greater love
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Post by Thewolf on Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:12 pm

Silent Paws
Gerri K. McCann



Silent paws trotting
on a well beaten trail,

alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.

Little yips go unanswered,
the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,
or have all of them just died?

He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.

Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?

His stomach is growling
but the hunger he’ll endure,
his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.

He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.

But still there’s no answer
he can’t understand why,
he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.

For days now he’s traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.

Soon the soul hovers
over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded
as his soul travels up.

What right does man have
to take life from a living thing,
that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?

The wolf is a symbol,
a brother, a friend.
it’s time now for action
before his existence comes to an end.

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Re: Poem of the day

Post by cookie on Mon Apr 04, 2011 5:24 pm



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Re: Poem of the day

Post by Guest on Mon Apr 04, 2011 7:21 pm

GREAT!!!!!!

Is it your poem, cookie?

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Post by chinda on Fri May 27, 2011 9:13 pm

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Re: Poem of the day

Post by chinda on Fri Jul 08, 2011 2:00 am

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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Re: Poem of the day

Post by paris-girl on Wed Jul 13, 2011 8:07 am

beautiful !
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THE TYGER

Post by the reaper on Fri Jul 15, 2011 8:26 pm

THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience)

By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?



In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare sieze the fire?



And what shoulder, & what art.

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?



What the hammer? what the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?



When the stars threw down their spears,

And watered heaven with their tears,

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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Re: Poem of the day

Post by Thewolf on Fri Jul 15, 2011 11:17 pm

GO, lovely Rose—
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be. 5
Tell her that 's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died. 10
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired:
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired. 15
Then die—that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee;


That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
Edmund Waller. 1606–1687
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Re: Poem of the day

Post by chinda on Tue Sep 06, 2011 4:49 pm

The Sound of Trees

I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.

Robert Frost
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Post by chinda on Sat Sep 17, 2011 10:09 pm

The Oven Bird

There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers
Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
He says the early petal-fall is past
When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers
On sunny days a moment overcast;
And comes that other fall we name the fall.
He says the highway dust is over all.
The bird would cease and be as other birds
But that he knows in singing not to sing.
The question that he frames in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing.

Robert Frost






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Sonnet 17 - Shakespeare

Post by sassy86 on Thu Oct 13, 2011 9:05 pm

Sonnet 17 - Shakespeare ( For me, the best sonnet he ever wrote)


Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme.


Meaning:
Will future readers of my verse believe me when I tell them about all of your superior qualities? So far, I have only hinted at these qualities
because a full description of them would make readers doubt that anyone could have such extraordinary attributes. They would call me a
liar. They would say I am exaggerating (with “stretched meter”). Just like if you marry and father a child, people will see a reflection of
you in the child and, in the same way my poetry about you will be taken as the truth and you will live in it even after death. Indeed poetry makes immortal...

** This sonnet Shakespeare wrote for a girl he fell in love with but their love was impossible as she was engaged to someone else and himself unhappily married. And if you watch the movie Shakespeare in Love, you will understand it better. When this girl, Viola came to say her adieu to Shakespeare , the latter said he will not write again after her departure but she begged him not to do so; as when she will read his
plays she will live again with him, just like she lives now in this sonnet after papers yellowed.. Shakespeare was no longer Shakespeare after this as one can notice the melancolic humor the last comedy he wrote, Twelfth Night.
Viola is often refered to as Fair Youth in Shakespeare's poetry..
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Re: Poem of the day

Post by Ironic on Fri Oct 14, 2011 8:13 pm

It is so touching Sad I love how you explained it sassy86 and how you bring anecdotes
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Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe

Post by shriraz on Fri Jan 13, 2012 8:42 pm

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe


It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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What Comes Of Tomorrow

Post by sassy86 on Sun Jan 22, 2012 10:14 pm

What Comes Of Tomorrow

by Christine


Joy is what fills the heart of they
which hold within the mysteries of a friend
A passion unknown unto words
Within them fall the tears of all things they endure as one
And from their eyes diamonds fall,
So precious every one
Dear within, the memories they caress with sorrow
And gather them today, for what may come of tomorrow
Priceless
Priceless ever are these moments that we spend with those so dear
Comforting now to know that they are near
Yet there comes a day when they see the eagle soar
And feel within their hearts
A passion so much more
As we stand beside them when that gleam glows in their eyes
What comes of tomorrow
My friend's lost paradise
And though a distant barrier wells up within the heart
There is a joy inside
To know the joy of a dawning start
Standing there beside them on that road to paradise
We say farewell and weep
Knowing they must also compromise
And so we hold them close and whisper in their ear
Please take with you these memories.
Then from the eyes,
Your tear.
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Re: Poem of the day

Post by sabine on Mon Jan 23, 2012 11:48 am

Wonderful! Thanks Sassy for sharing
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Post by sassy86 on Mon Jan 23, 2012 10:15 pm

I'm so happy that you liked it Sabine, i liked it so much the moment i read it ! Smile
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Post by sabine on Mon Mar 12, 2012 6:07 pm

DOVER BEACH BY MATTHEW ARNOLD

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;--on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

I really appreciate reading this poem Smile Especially when being thought by my Prof Arab both the poem and this teacher are AMAZING ^^
“Dover Beach” is one of Matthew Arnold’s wonderful poems.
Arnold may have perceived a loss of absolute religious faith in his time, and hence he stressed the need for an intensive search to recover absolutes. He had also portrayed the uncertitude of his own era i.e the Victorian era.
“Dover Beach” reflects the loss of faith. This is shown in the poem's third stanza:
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

while at the same time it stresses the need for integrity. Matthew Arnold went from the Romantic ideas to the shaping of modern writing. He is the bridge between these two literary periods. He shifts from the expressive theories to the objective theories considering the poem as a complete entity standing by itself.

Enjoy it Smile
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Post by sassy86 on Mon Mar 12, 2012 8:03 pm

sabine wrote:DOVER BEACH BY MATTHEW ARNOLD


I really appreciate reading this poem Smile Especially when being thought by my Prof Arab both the poem and this teacher are AMAZING ^^
“Dover Beach” is one of Matthew Arnold’s wonderful poems.
Arnold may have perceived a loss of absolute religious faith in his time, and hence he stressed the need for an intensive search to recover absolutes. He had also portrayed the uncertitude of his own era i.e the Victorian era.
“Dover Beach” reflects the loss of faith. This is shown in the poem's third stanza:
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

while at the same time it stresses the need for integrity. Matthew Arnold went from the Romantic ideas to the shaping of modern writing. He is the bridge between these two literary periods. He shifts from the expressive theories to the objective theories considering the poem as a complete entity standing by itself.

Enjoy it Smile

YOU are the amazing one my dear Smile I see that Prof. Arab has transmitted to you some of his enthusiasm on Arnold ! I really do agree with you, Arnold's writings and criticism are both true mirrors of this transitory period and I believe this is the charm of his writings Smile Thanks again for your most valuable pots Smile
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Re: Poem of the day

Post by sabine on Thu Mar 15, 2012 5:39 pm

Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?

See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

- Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Post by sassy86 on Thu Mar 15, 2012 8:15 pm

So ROMANTIC !!!! Like it!! Thanks for sharing Sabine
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Post by sabine on Fri Mar 16, 2012 8:46 pm

welcome dear. Razz I'm happy that you like it Sassy. Yeah it's soo romantic. In fact,Percy Bysshe Shelley is a romantic poet Smile
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