by Timothy Yeager |
Categories:
introspection, life
When I have fears that I may fail to die,
After all my mind has given to my pen,
No worldly wonders left there to defy;
No answers to the mysteries within.
What worry it would be on how I fared,
For surely it's lowly life to live,
To think that this is all that chance had spared;
To know that this is all I had to give.
And when I feel, foul bitterness of years,
Knowing I shall bear these with a smile,
I simply bite my tongue and fight my tears;
The raging rivers, hidden in my guile.
On the wide world I stand with sums untold,
For love and fame is all I have to hold.
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
love, sea,
“Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.”
John Keats Ode to a Nightingale
“Strange to find a sea captain quoting Keats.”
The Ghost and Mrs. Muir
She knows nothing
about the sea,
the sails or thee,
your perilous tongue
swimming with the sharks.
The captain dies
by suicide -
nay.
stupidity -
aye.
She’s protected,
captured
by his salty speech.
Oft the wind
carries
its scent of aftershave -
nay, again,
for the bearded captain
scowls,
transcends
with this blasted widow
scores
a poetic love.
11/19/2019
by Gary Bateman |
Categories:
allegory, death, destiny, imagery, love, passion, symbolism,
Keats—Romantic Humanist
Romanticus-Extraordinaire
John Keats
La Belle Dame sans Merci
Circe-Enchantress to all.
Beautiful, deadly in her elfin grot
Supernatural-nous
She wept and sighed full sore
Hath thee in “Keatsian” thrall.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 17, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
love,
I miss your smile the moment that we part,
Once more I am alone and incomplete,
And emptiness again claims to my soul.
The pulse of life lies dormant in my heart,
A lonely heart has no reason to beat,
As tears leave stains beneath my crying eyes
Until the time your kiss can make me whole.
I am surely struck by old Cupid’s dart,
Since now I hunger for the days we meet;
For love touches all like an oversoul,
It’s in the seas and high above the skies,
And love’s beauty blossoms from the ground.
Our parting, love, may leave my breath in sighs
But all I have to do is look around.
Form: Keats' Sonnet
by Ed Farolan |
Categories:
absence, longing, love, , teen love,
Love is a song in 26 verses
Love love love
The Beatles sing
All you need is love
What about the romantic poets
Who sing along of love?
Keats? Joyce? Lorca?
Spiritual love
Platonic love
Sexual love
Where is true love?
Is there true love?
Is love just a song
Or a memory of those kisses
From my past?
Yes and no.
Yes because I cherish those memories
And no because I regret lost loves
Nineteen loves
Then 20
How many more have I had?
Were there more than 20?
Perhaps 26
Like the number of verses
In this poem
Exuding from my heart.
by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories:
11th grade, may, school, teacher, teenage,
When spring's in the air, teachers cringe,
students' attention on the fringe.
Young minds on love, at least on like,
others just take a mental hike.
Required courses, long about May
invite clown acts, at least horseplay.
When pupils fail to meet your eye,
Are they asleep? or did they die?
Assignment made, Keats' Grecian Urn.
Write anything that you have learned.
Cheap pens, a dollar a dozen,
kept my English lit class buzzin'.
Class clown provided not a few
then he showed some tricks they could do.
When pens abound with certain flair
this teacher found - springs in the air.
written 03/03/18
by Robert Gorelick |
Categories:
identity, old,
Within this worn body brittle and old
Thrives youth, hate, love, sorrow, and passions bold
Date of birth, Jobs, Paygrade, single, Married?
All they ask now is cremated. Buried?
As my sunset hours I can clearly see
I will darn well be who I want to be!
I no longer care who you think I am
Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn!
So, who am I now? I defy all labels
I might be the sly fox in Aesop’s Fables
Or a poet—Keats, Byron, Neruda?
Maybe I’ll be a love-struck barracuda
I’m a classic novel that has no equal
Wait a while for the thrilling sequel
1/12/22
by M. Shahid H. Chouhdry |
Categories:
allegory, analogy, appreciation, beauty, dream, love, missing you,
Fake admirers of John Keats are spotted,
To check out if their luck goes as plotted,
Accepted the challenge,
They were so brave,
But they turned out to be kindergarten kids, so naive,
How come a person claims to be Keats' admirer?
If he hasn't faced the pain and is not a survivor,
Whoever hasn't read John Keats' letters,
Should be tied with a long chain of fetters.
The philosophers in this group drowned and dead,
They'd found a purpose in Lela, or their beloved,
When asked a question about Keats, they fell to the ground,
Some were bold enough to answer; the rest made no sound.
Written in response to questions asked to John Keat's admirers.
by Ricky Sholar |
Categories:
poems,
Words are like a work of art
The visions they create
They can show us beauty
Or show us how to hate
Words can tell a story
Of romance and of love
Or nursery rhymes for children
Or tell of God above
Words can be persuasive
And create a law
Words can tell the news and weather
And tell what people saw
Words have even caused great Wars
Where many men have died
Sending home what's left of
The ones who did survive
Shakespeare used them beautifully
As did Frost and Poe and Keats
Langston Hughs, Maya Angelou
Emily Dickenson and Yeats
So choose words very carefully
Be aware of what you say
Cause words can really hurt someone
And they can't be cast away.
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
loss, love,
This love,unconsummated,is left
upon our lips.in poems few,
sweet words of passion,bereft-
contenetment,neither knew
Bright Star -Story of Fanny Brawne&John Keats see the movie for more
by Leon Enriquez |
Categories:
blessing,
Keep truth in mind where beauty speaks,
Expect to see deep mystery;
Adjust in kind to climb fond peaks,
Trust faith to free love's brilliant sea.
Such sublime strands that silence holds,
Intuit a space in realms unseen;
Abide and tend what joy unfolds,
Note rhymes that trace a field within.
Bring bearings bright that shine a light,
Explore a scene in hollow gap;
Appoint sheer might in passage flight,
Urge seeps between in soul's mind map;
Touch fond goodwill where love seeds tell,
Yield cannot fill that vivid spell.
Leon Enriquez
30 April 2015
Singapore
by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories:
journey, joy, literature, love, mythology, poets, symbolism,
The death of once-great swans I oft' lament;
and ask in vain, “Where have all the bards gone?”
No more are written lines as eloquent
as in the days of Poesy's ancient dawn,
when Homer sung the epic war for Troy,
and the odyssey of a Greek-hero king;
or, when the poet Petrarch sung for joy
of Laura, his love; and Dante, whose dayspring
of the heart was Beatrice. The Romantics
of bygone days, alas, are forgotten!
The lyric odes of Keats, the Byronics
of George Gordon, are now misbegotten
by great reams of abysmal, free-verse styles
today ill-writ by mental juveniles.
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
lost love, people
Like himself,just five feet tall
but Fanny was his all 'n all,
Until death's forboding ,made it's call;
Just letters left for us to hear,
They cannot but ,bring forth a tear
A tribute to John Keats (the poet) and his sweetheart Fanny Brawne
and the courtship trgically ended by John's too early death.
Here is an extract from one of his letters to Fanny-
Pillowed upon my fair-love,ripening breast
To feel for ever its soft swell and fall
Awake forever in a sweet unrest
Still,still to hear her tender breath
by Kurt Philip Behm |
Categories:
tribute,
Beauty is truth,
truth is beauty,
let me count the ways
Beauty is truth,
truth is beauty,
so near, so far away
Beauty is truth,
truth is beauty,
one chance to cross the line
Beauty is truth,
truth is beauty,
love is so defined
Beauty is truth,
truth is beauty,
as time begins today
Beauty is truth,
truth is beauty,
one word, so much to say
Beauty is truth,
truth is beauty,
to reach inside oneself
Beauty is truth,
truth is beauty
—whose passion only felt
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
by Robert Gorelick |
Categories:
cat, cute love, giggle,
Poet Kitty
Longing words of love poet kitty will inspire
His soulful meows set her passions afire
Channeling Keats and Byron
He’s her purring siren
Poet kitty, you’re a marvel we so greatly admire
by Andrew Crisci |
Categories:
love, music, nostalgia, love, me,
The whole truth and nothing but the truth...
Aren't they gone as quickly as seasons? They were the glorious days of ardent youth,
when I loved the fairest girl and sang, " Yesterday. " Then Irene bought me a flute.
Everything I own today, I've built with patience and deligence with no rules to obey;
and may I say how proud this accomplishment makes me to have done it , " My Way ?"
I've a flair with words and I write about love as Dante, Shakespeare and Keats did: that's why I am always dreaming and listening to " Love Is A Many Splendored Thing."
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
love,
season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
citrus squeezed, lemon and lime ~
love’s carrot-top drizzle.
the umbrella man primed to coalesce,
his yellow crop of hair blends
with watercolor scent.
grinning in the rain, she wears cocktail dress ~
tummy band stretches nine months
as he pays for her drinks.
cockle shells and wedding bells nonetheless.
a beached whale rests on the sand ~
bouquet’s ready to pop.
1/29/2020
Famous poetic lines that inspire Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” By John Keats
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
poets, tribute,
thoughts
hanging in the air
certainty
uncertainties
mysteries
doubt
reaching
after fact
unweave a rainbow
in
a pursuit of love
with
sorrow 's pain
in
pleasures wreath
natures cycle
a transient
existence
in
fleeting
ebb&flow
pre occupied
let go
whispered
the
heart's beat
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
lost love,
the frozen grass
&frosted breath
seemed to freeze
a prelude soft
all rich array
that wintry day:
visions of delight
all in vain
otherwhere
heart of fire
all unseen
far beyond
from this place
with
enchantments
cold
in
moments
space:
eyes aghast
unaware
visions wide
grew faint
with
mortal taint
inspired by the poetry of Keats
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
appreciation, lost love,
Keats tribute part 2
all charm is fled
fatigued away
from joy and pain:
in dying tone
all noise is gone
transferred
they stand
in perfume light
none could redeem:
long since mute
in sculptured stone
still beheld
with many a sigh
woe is mine
lost in thine:
a deceived thing..
...so long ago