Poems Inspired by Denise Levertov
#DeniseLevertov
Poems inspired by the American poet Priscilla Denise Levertov. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in poems by Denise Levertov. Along with poems about Levertov herself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
5th Apr 2019 11:20am
5th Apr 2019 11:20am
[ CC ] What I Wish To Tell Her?
Every momentary encounter
spent debriefing her as if body
squeezing into a tightass dress?
Is a joyous occasion worth celebrating
in frames, though incomplete;
graphite studies far from finished
without hourglass manifestations as
reference;
she is fine art I crave to sketch
in prolonged life model sessions
baring answers to posed questions
this starving artist hungers for
spent debriefing her as if body
squeezing into a tightass dress?
Is a joyous occasion worth celebrating
in frames, though incomplete;
graphite studies far from finished
without hourglass manifestations as
reference;
she is fine art I crave to sketch
in prolonged life model sessions
baring answers to posed questions
this starving artist hungers for
#love
#art
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6 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
28th Mar 2019 4:41am
28th Mar 2019 4:41am
California Love (Denise Levertov Tribute)
As you sleep you dream of California,
Always draped and encased in gold.
You always watch as the short, cold
Days of winter and its dimly lit aura
Disappears into the pale, amber light.
Will you be thinking of her? Because
Although you will take one long pause
To admire her in her glory in the night,
But what about all the other seasons?
Because you can be loving her during
All the good memories, but enduring
The fire together is not in the reasons
In which you have loved her the best.
You are...
Always draped and encased in gold.
You always watch as the short, cold
Days of winter and its dimly lit aura
Disappears into the pale, amber light.
Will you be thinking of her? Because
Although you will take one long pause
To admire her in her glory in the night,
But what about all the other seasons?
Because you can be loving her during
All the good memories, but enduring
The fire together is not in the reasons
In which you have loved her the best.
You are...
#love
#beauty
#home
#memorial
#DeniseLevertov
426 reads
6 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
19th Mar 2019 8:54pm
19th Mar 2019 8:54pm
[ CC ] Posteriority
I thought life was over
but then another had begun
when my back was turned
I was certain I left the Past behind
but there was still plenty ahead
shrewdly disguised as Future
I believed I was done
making a complete jackass of myself
but realized I wasn't ass-whole material
I was sure I was beyond making excuses
but ... but ... but .....
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but then another had begun
when my back was turned
I was certain I left the Past behind
but there was still plenty ahead
shrewdly disguised as Future
I believed I was done
making a complete jackass of myself
but realized I wasn't ass-whole material
I was sure I was beyond making excuses
but ... but ... but .....
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#LifeChangingMoment
#DeniseLevertov
679 reads
8 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
18th Mar 2019 3:09am
18th Mar 2019 3:09am
(The) Web
A string vibrates,
a thousand hairs raise
on the flat plain of reception.
To run free on a mind with great abandon
a contrition traces it's steps
linking it's contrivances
making dark seem light.
Spun sugar, spiderlike and
unwoven at great speed;
a neural acceleration,
a locus unwinding.
All praise this intricacy
tied to my elation,
palpating my senses.
All praise this flytrap
forming forevers traceability.
Sweet hubris of...
a thousand hairs raise
on the flat plain of reception.
To run free on a mind with great abandon
a contrition traces it's steps
linking it's contrivances
making dark seem light.
Spun sugar, spiderlike and
unwoven at great speed;
a neural acceleration,
a locus unwinding.
All praise this intricacy
tied to my elation,
palpating my senses.
All praise this flytrap
forming forevers traceability.
Sweet hubris of...
#technology
#DeniseLevertov
521 reads
6 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
13th Mar 2019 3:32am
13th Mar 2019 3:32am
The Quest (The Edge Of A Dream)
He hung on the edge of a dream,
wanting to go further,
to ponder, plunder it's depths.
It resisted him, but not for lack of desire;
it needed him to keep longing.
He scaled a cliff to get here,
he left all convention behind.
The dream wanted his attention,
it pined to reveal itself,
but it hungered for nothing else
other than that.
His pursuit was all that mattered in the end.
His reasons were mere rocks
tumbling under his feet.
...
wanting to go further,
to ponder, plunder it's depths.
It resisted him, but not for lack of desire;
it needed him to keep longing.
He scaled a cliff to get here,
he left all convention behind.
The dream wanted his attention,
it pined to reveal itself,
but it hungered for nothing else
other than that.
His pursuit was all that mattered in the end.
His reasons were mere rocks
tumbling under his feet.
...
#love
#LifeGoals
#DeniseLevertov
549 reads
14 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
Life at War ( after Denise Levertov )
To compensate for my father’s
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
#soldiers
#war
#LifeAsAWriter
#PTSD
#DeniseLevertov
917 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2019 11:04pm
3rd Mar 2019 11:04pm
Modes of Being ( after Denise Levertov )
March wipes
its muddy boots.
Spring advances:
basilicas of tulip, forget me nots, blue—
the color of black birds.
The park bench facing east of an empty sun—
tangerine skirt, blouse akimbo
amid purple limbs.
Near the Northern Triangle
a migrant woman is raped
by an indigenous guide
as her child sleeps.
The park yawns
its saffron teeth emerge;
a nocturnal atmosphere awakens—
its stridulatory organs rub in unison ...
its muddy boots.
Spring advances:
basilicas of tulip, forget me nots, blue—
the color of black birds.
The park bench facing east of an empty sun—
tangerine skirt, blouse akimbo
amid purple limbs.
Near the Northern Triangle
a migrant woman is raped
by an indigenous guide
as her child sleeps.
The park yawns
its saffron teeth emerge;
a nocturnal atmosphere awakens—
its stridulatory organs rub in unison ...
#war
#suffering
#inequality
#poverty
#DeniseLevertov
948 reads
8 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2019 6:07pm
3rd Mar 2019 6:07pm
Where are They?
Legions of old
once assembled
fervent voices spoke as one
Where are they?
Once hand-in-hand
Strangers yet bothers and sisters
Chanting out, wanting to be there
Where are they?
Old now
Age muting devotion
Comfort muffled rage
Where are they?
Progeny
Two generations, more
Coddled by false justice
Symbolism over substance
Justice warrior avatars
Where have they gone?
once assembled
fervent voices spoke as one
Where are they?
Once hand-in-hand
Strangers yet bothers and sisters
Chanting out, wanting to be there
Where are they?
Old now
Age muting devotion
Comfort muffled rage
Where are they?
Progeny
Two generations, more
Coddled by false justice
Symbolism over substance
Justice warrior avatars
Where have they gone?
#regret
#politics
#aging #DeniseLevertov
#aging #DeniseLevertov
528 reads
3 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2019 6:06pm
3rd Mar 2019 6:06pm
[ CC ] Alone In The Creek Bed
Having toiled another morning away
with hoe in blistering hands today
weeding rigid rows of prose within
fields planted by other writers
we break in shade of poet trees
Stanzing knee deep in delighted sighs
feeling the warm rush between thighs
giddily drinking from brooked babblings
being our roughly drafted naked selves
splashing and laughing it up
alone in the creek bed
---this wonderful oasis
written just for...
with hoe in blistering hands today
weeding rigid rows of prose within
fields planted by other writers
we break in shade of poet trees
Stanzing knee deep in delighted sighs
feeling the warm rush between thighs
giddily drinking from brooked babblings
being our roughly drafted naked selves
splashing and laughing it up
alone in the creek bed
---this wonderful oasis
written just for...
#love
#honesty
#WritingPoetry
#sensual
#DeniseLevertov
675 reads
7 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2019 1:37pm
3rd Mar 2019 1:37pm
Being Observed In Lesser Than
The daily routine of others
never seems the way for her;
when traffic mills in gridlocked streets
with lines of yellow at a standstill.
Where a pedestrian believes
she’ll make better time,
until the subway entrance;
that disgorges commuters
up and out into the light of day.
Some racing for buses that slow
as people break away from the curb
and push frantically between,
to dodge and sprint
to the other side of the street.
In the midst...
never seems the way for her;
when traffic mills in gridlocked streets
with lines of yellow at a standstill.
Where a pedestrian believes
she’ll make better time,
until the subway entrance;
that disgorges commuters
up and out into the light of day.
Some racing for buses that slow
as people break away from the curb
and push frantically between,
to dodge and sprint
to the other side of the street.
In the midst...
#lust
#women
#men
#city
#DeniseLevertov
769 reads
21 Comments
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