Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Art And Nature
THE BRIDGE BETWEEN CLIFTON AND LEIGH WOODS.Frown ever opposite, the angel cried,Who, with an earthquake's might and giant hand,Severed these riven..
© William Lisle Bowles
“The Language of Arms”
Arms entwined speak louder than speech,They say the things our lips can’t reach.A hug is comfort, hope, and cheer,It whispers softly, “I am..
© Hug Day
“Embrace of Time”
Through fleeting days and passing years,Hugs remain to dry our tears.They mark our joys, our little fears,And hold us close when life appears.So let..
© Hug Day
“The Healing Hug”
Life can tire us, pull us apart,But a hug can mend a weary heart.It lifts the soul, it lights the way,It turns despair to hope each day.On Hug Day..
© Hug Day
“Closer Than Words”
Some feelings hide where speech cannot reach,But a hug can teach what words can’t teach.It bridges gaps, it mends the pain,It lets the sun shine..
© Hug Day
“Silent Comfort”
A hug can speak when words fall short,It whispers peace of every sort.It wraps around, both strong and kind,A sanctuary for heart and mind.In every..
© Hug Day
“The Warmth of Your Arms”
In your arms, the world feels still,A gentle calm, a quiet thrill.No words are needed, no speeches long,A hug can heal where hearts went..
© Hug Day
The First Kiss Again
Every kiss recalls the first,That trembling spark, that sudden light.Though years may pass and seasons turn,It still feels new each tender night.For..
© Kiss Day
Before the Goodbye
Before the night took you away,You kissed me slow, as if you knew.That moments fade, but feelings stay,And some goodbyes still hold what’s true.That..
© Kiss Day
Written on the Lips
We wrote our story lip to lip,No ink, no paper, just a sign.Each kiss a line, a memory,A vow made wordless, yet divine.And even time could not..
© Kiss Day
The Weight of a Kiss
Your kiss was gentle, yet it stayed,Like moonlight resting on the sea.It held the weight of all our days,Of what we were and hoped to be.A single..
© Kiss Day
Where Lips Meet Silence
Between the pause of breath and thought,Your kiss found me without a sound.No need for vows or grand displays,Just hearts that finally felt..
© Kiss Day
A Kiss Remembered
A kiss once lingered upon my skin,Soft as a promise, warm as truth.It carried words we never spoke,And held the quiet fire of youth.In that small..
© Kiss Day
Wealth
From what old ballad, or from what rich frameDid you descend to glorify the earth?Was it from Chaucer's singing book you came?Or did Watteau's small..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Waverley
1814-1914When, on a novel's newly printed pageWe find a maudlin eulogy of sin,And read of ways that harlots wander in,And of sick souls that writhe..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Vision
Homer, they tell us, was blind and could not see the beautiful facesLooking up into his own and reflecting the joy of his dream,Yet did he seemGifted..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
To Certain Poets
Now is the rhymer's honest tradeA thing for scornful laughter made.The merchant's sneer, the clerk's disdain,These are the burden of our pain.Because..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
To A Blackbird And His Mate Who Died In The Spring
(For Kenton)An iron hand has stilled the throatsThat throbbed with loud and rhythmic gleeAnd dammed the flood of silver notesThat drenched the world..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The White Ships And The Red
With drooping sail and pennantThat never a wind may reach,They float in sunless watersBeside a sunless beach.Their mighty masts and funnelsAre white..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Visitation
There is a wall of flesh before the eyesOf John, who yet perceives and hails his King.It is Our Lady's painful bliss to bringBefore mankind the Glory..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Twelve-Forty-Five
Within the Jersey City shedThe engine coughs and shakes its head,The smoke, a plume of red and white,Waves madly in the face of night.And now the..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Thorn
The garden of God is a radiant place,And every flower has a holy face:Our Lady like a lily bends above the cloudy sod,But Saint Michael is the thorn..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Snowman In The Yard
The Judge's house has a splendid porch, with pillars and steps of stone,And the Judge has a lovely flowering hedge that came from across the seas;In..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Singing Girl
There was a little maidenIn blue and silver drest,She sang to God in HeavenAnd God within her breast.It flooded me with pleasure,It pierced me like a..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
The Rosary
Not on the lute, nor harp of many stringsShall all men praise the Master of all song.Our life is brief, one saith, and art is long;And skilled must..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer