Poems About Billy Collins Published by Members Recently Online
#BillyCollins
slipalong
Poem Published
16th Feb 2020 1:00pm
16th Feb 2020 1:00pm
Ten to Eleven
As we ran with fleeting chance
like insects, fly from summer's grass
like dogs just let off a lead
dirty hands, and dirty knees
See no danger, pay no heed
lied when I said I cleaned my teeth
tremble as I braved a "dare"
with impish grin and tousled hair
Did my mind just twist the facts
reminisce through hazy cataracts
Just outlines, as we squint the past
was my ten, just that far back
Old photographic remnants, in hand-me downs
refractions of that life in sepia...
like insects, fly from summer's grass
like dogs just let off a lead
dirty hands, and dirty knees
See no danger, pay no heed
lied when I said I cleaned my teeth
tremble as I braved a "dare"
with impish grin and tousled hair
Did my mind just twist the facts
reminisce through hazy cataracts
Just outlines, as we squint the past
was my ten, just that far back
Old photographic remnants, in hand-me downs
refractions of that life in sepia...
#childhood
#BillyCollins
463 reads
4 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
16th Feb 2020 1:00pm
16th Feb 2020 1:00pm
Ten to Eleven
As we ran with fleeting chance
like insects, fly from summer's grass
like dogs just let off a lead
dirty hands, and dirty knees
See no danger, pay no heed
lied when I said I cleaned my teeth
tremble as I braved a "dare"
with impish grin and tousled hair
Did my mind just twist the facts
reminisce through hazy cataracts
Just outlines, as we squint the past
was my ten, just that far back
Old photographic remnants, in hand-me downs
refractions of that life in sepia...
like insects, fly from summer's grass
like dogs just let off a lead
dirty hands, and dirty knees
See no danger, pay no heed
lied when I said I cleaned my teeth
tremble as I braved a "dare"
with impish grin and tousled hair
Did my mind just twist the facts
reminisce through hazy cataracts
Just outlines, as we squint the past
was my ten, just that far back
Old photographic remnants, in hand-me downs
refractions of that life in sepia...
#childhood
#BillyCollins
463 reads
4 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 3:15am
12th Feb 2020 3:15am
Silence
A gathering silence
Thoughts on lips
Silence
Before uttering words
Of no importance
The silence in churches
Before prayers
Silence in the dew drops
That hydrate flower petals
Silence of the birds at night
The breathless silence
Of an athlete before competition
The guilty silence of a sinner
Tranquil silence
Of the falling man
I find silence everywhere
If you would only stop, listen
Random silences of the day
Deeper feeling of silence
In the darkness
...
Thoughts on lips
Silence
Before uttering words
Of no importance
The silence in churches
Before prayers
Silence in the dew drops
That hydrate flower petals
Silence of the birds at night
The breathless silence
Of an athlete before competition
The guilty silence of a sinner
Tranquil silence
Of the falling man
I find silence everywhere
If you would only stop, listen
Random silences of the day
Deeper feeling of silence
In the darkness
...
#WritingPoetry
#nature
#BillyCollins
531 reads
3 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 3:15am
12th Feb 2020 3:15am
Silence
A gathering silence
Thoughts on lips
Silence
Before uttering words
Of no importance
The silence in churches
Before prayers
Silence in the dew drops
That hydrate flower petals
Silence of the birds at night
The breathless silence
Of an athlete before competition
The guilty silence of a sinner
Tranquil silence
Of the falling man
I find silence everywhere
If you would only stop, listen
Random silences of the day
Deeper feeling of silence
In the darkness
...
Thoughts on lips
Silence
Before uttering words
Of no importance
The silence in churches
Before prayers
Silence in the dew drops
That hydrate flower petals
Silence of the birds at night
The breathless silence
Of an athlete before competition
The guilty silence of a sinner
Tranquil silence
Of the falling man
I find silence everywhere
If you would only stop, listen
Random silences of the day
Deeper feeling of silence
In the darkness
...
#WritingPoetry
#nature
#BillyCollins
531 reads
3 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 3:15am
12th Feb 2020 3:15am
Silence
A gathering silence
Thoughts on lips
Silence
Before uttering words
Of no importance
The silence in churches
Before prayers
Silence in the dew drops
That hydrate flower petals
Silence of the birds at night
The breathless silence
Of an athlete before competition
The guilty silence of a sinner
Tranquil silence
Of the falling man
I find silence everywhere
If you would only stop, listen
Random silences of the day
Deeper feeling of silence
In the darkness
...
Thoughts on lips
Silence
Before uttering words
Of no importance
The silence in churches
Before prayers
Silence in the dew drops
That hydrate flower petals
Silence of the birds at night
The breathless silence
Of an athlete before competition
The guilty silence of a sinner
Tranquil silence
Of the falling man
I find silence everywhere
If you would only stop, listen
Random silences of the day
Deeper feeling of silence
In the darkness
...
#WritingPoetry
#nature
#BillyCollins
531 reads
3 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 00:57am
12th Feb 2020 00:57am
Ploughshare
( After Billy Collins )
Observing an ocean of rain—
so many fishtails, hydroplaning
amid a merriment of muddy streets
reflections quaver under light—
deadwood trash washed out
to the air by waning wind
—commuters, rippling
toward landing places
I press on despite the storm;
its downpour uterin warm
—the alchemy of each breath
a gift terraforming myself—
in the recourse of clouds I realize
every departure is an undergone act—
every step-toward an eternal record ...
Observing an ocean of rain—
so many fishtails, hydroplaning
amid a merriment of muddy streets
reflections quaver under light—
deadwood trash washed out
to the air by waning wind
—commuters, rippling
toward landing places
I press on despite the storm;
its downpour uterin warm
—the alchemy of each breath
a gift terraforming myself—
in the recourse of clouds I realize
every departure is an undergone act—
every step-toward an eternal record ...
#earth
#universe
#spiritual
#philosophical
#BillyCollins
903 reads
9 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 00:57am
12th Feb 2020 00:57am
Ploughshare
( After Billy Collins )
Observing an ocean of rain—
so many fishtails, hydroplaning
amid a merriment of muddy streets
reflections quaver under light—
deadwood trash washed out
to the air by waning wind
—commuters, rippling
toward landing places
I press on despite the storm;
its downpour uterin warm
—the alchemy of each breath
a gift terraforming myself—
in the recourse of clouds I realize
every departure is an undergone act—
every step-toward an eternal record ...
Observing an ocean of rain—
so many fishtails, hydroplaning
amid a merriment of muddy streets
reflections quaver under light—
deadwood trash washed out
to the air by waning wind
—commuters, rippling
toward landing places
I press on despite the storm;
its downpour uterin warm
—the alchemy of each breath
a gift terraforming myself—
in the recourse of clouds I realize
every departure is an undergone act—
every step-toward an eternal record ...
#earth
#universe
#spiritual
#philosophical
#BillyCollins
903 reads
9 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 00:57am
12th Feb 2020 00:57am
Ploughshare
( After Billy Collins )
Observing an ocean of rain—
so many fishtails, hydroplaning
amid a merriment of muddy streets
reflections quaver under light—
deadwood trash washed out
to the air by waning wind
—commuters, rippling
toward landing places
I press on despite the storm;
its downpour uterin warm
—the alchemy of each breath
a gift terraforming myself—
in the recourse of clouds I realize
every departure is an undergone act—
every step-toward an eternal record ...
Observing an ocean of rain—
so many fishtails, hydroplaning
amid a merriment of muddy streets
reflections quaver under light—
deadwood trash washed out
to the air by waning wind
—commuters, rippling
toward landing places
I press on despite the storm;
its downpour uterin warm
—the alchemy of each breath
a gift terraforming myself—
in the recourse of clouds I realize
every departure is an undergone act—
every step-toward an eternal record ...
#earth
#universe
#spiritual
#philosophical
#BillyCollins
903 reads
9 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 00:57am
12th Feb 2020 00:57am
Ploughshare
( After Billy Collins )
Observing an ocean of rain—
so many fishtails, hydroplaning
amid a merriment of muddy streets
reflections quaver under light—
deadwood trash washed out
to the air by waning wind
—commuters, rippling
toward landing places
I press on despite the storm;
its downpour uterin warm
—the alchemy of each breath
a gift terraforming myself—
in the recourse of clouds I realize
every departure is an undergone act—
every step-toward an eternal record ...
Observing an ocean of rain—
so many fishtails, hydroplaning
amid a merriment of muddy streets
reflections quaver under light—
deadwood trash washed out
to the air by waning wind
—commuters, rippling
toward landing places
I press on despite the storm;
its downpour uterin warm
—the alchemy of each breath
a gift terraforming myself—
in the recourse of clouds I realize
every departure is an undergone act—
every step-toward an eternal record ...
#earth
#universe
#spiritual
#philosophical
#BillyCollins
903 reads
9 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 00:57am
12th Feb 2020 00:57am
Ploughshare
( After Billy Collins )
Observing an ocean of rain—
so many fishtails, hydroplaning
amid a merriment of muddy streets
reflections quaver under light—
deadwood trash washed out
to the air by waning wind
—commuters, rippling
toward landing places
I press on despite the storm;
its downpour uterin warm
—the alchemy of each breath
a gift terraforming myself—
in the recourse of clouds I realize
every departure is an undergone act—
every step-toward an eternal record ...
Observing an ocean of rain—
so many fishtails, hydroplaning
amid a merriment of muddy streets
reflections quaver under light—
deadwood trash washed out
to the air by waning wind
—commuters, rippling
toward landing places
I press on despite the storm;
its downpour uterin warm
—the alchemy of each breath
a gift terraforming myself—
in the recourse of clouds I realize
every departure is an undergone act—
every step-toward an eternal record ...
#earth
#universe
#spiritual
#philosophical
#BillyCollins
903 reads
9 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
26th Feb 2020 11:00pm
26th Feb 2020 11:00pm
Recalibration
I do not admit that a great wrong has been done to the Red Indians of America or the black people of Australia . . . by the fact that a stronger race, a higher-grade race . . . has come in and taken their place.” (Winston Churchill, 1937, speaking before the Palestine Royal Commission).
For those who still feel, the world is a tragedy
and it stings in places one wonders
were better left unvisited
but time offers crossed slots of opportunity
where historical pain needs recalibration
when iconic figures are revealed as merely human; ...
For those who still feel, the world is a tragedy
and it stings in places one wonders
were better left unvisited
but time offers crossed slots of opportunity
where historical pain needs recalibration
when iconic figures are revealed as merely human; ...
#conflict
#politics
#historical
#philosophical
#BillyCollins
1156 reads
16 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
26th Feb 2020 11:00pm
26th Feb 2020 11:00pm
Recalibration
I do not admit that a great wrong has been done to the Red Indians of America or the black people of Australia . . . by the fact that a stronger race, a higher-grade race . . . has come in and taken their place.” (Winston Churchill, 1937, speaking before the Palestine Royal Commission).
For those who still feel, the world is a tragedy
and it stings in places one wonders
were better left unvisited
but time offers crossed slots of opportunity
where historical pain needs recalibration
when iconic figures are revealed as merely human; ...
For those who still feel, the world is a tragedy
and it stings in places one wonders
were better left unvisited
but time offers crossed slots of opportunity
where historical pain needs recalibration
when iconic figures are revealed as merely human; ...
#conflict
#politics
#historical
#philosophical
#BillyCollins
1156 reads
16 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Billy Collins Published by Members Recently Online
#BillyCollins is curated by Ahavati (Tams).
