Poems About Edna St Vincent Millay Published by Members Recently Online
#EdnaStVincentMillay
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Jul 2020 9:11pm
1st Jul 2020 9:11pm
Seedlings
( after Edna St Vincent Millay )
First Seedling
Love is to the Spirit
as a seedling to earth—
both take root and flourish;
or, wither on rocky soil
Second Seedling
You can hide your candle under a bushel;
but, risk burning your entire abode. . .
~
First Seedling
Love is to the Spirit
as a seedling to earth—
both take root and flourish;
or, wither on rocky soil
Second Seedling
You can hide your candle under a bushel;
but, risk burning your entire abode. . .
~
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#EdnaStVincentMillay
1431 reads
31 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Jul 2020 9:11pm
1st Jul 2020 9:11pm
Seedlings
( after Edna St Vincent Millay )
First Seedling
Love is to the Spirit
as a seedling to earth—
both take root and flourish;
or, wither on rocky soil
Second Seedling
You can hide your candle under a bushel;
but, risk burning your entire abode. . .
~
First Seedling
Love is to the Spirit
as a seedling to earth—
both take root and flourish;
or, wither on rocky soil
Second Seedling
You can hide your candle under a bushel;
but, risk burning your entire abode. . .
~
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#EdnaStVincentMillay
1431 reads
31 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Jul 2020 9:11pm
1st Jul 2020 9:11pm
Seedlings
( after Edna St Vincent Millay )
First Seedling
Love is to the Spirit
as a seedling to earth—
both take root and flourish;
or, wither on rocky soil
Second Seedling
You can hide your candle under a bushel;
but, risk burning your entire abode. . .
~
First Seedling
Love is to the Spirit
as a seedling to earth—
both take root and flourish;
or, wither on rocky soil
Second Seedling
You can hide your candle under a bushel;
but, risk burning your entire abode. . .
~
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#EdnaStVincentMillay
1431 reads
31 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Jul 2020 9:11pm
1st Jul 2020 9:11pm
Seedlings
( after Edna St Vincent Millay )
First Seedling
Love is to the Spirit
as a seedling to earth—
both take root and flourish;
or, wither on rocky soil
Second Seedling
You can hide your candle under a bushel;
but, risk burning your entire abode. . .
~
First Seedling
Love is to the Spirit
as a seedling to earth—
both take root and flourish;
or, wither on rocky soil
Second Seedling
You can hide your candle under a bushel;
but, risk burning your entire abode. . .
~
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#EdnaStVincentMillay
1431 reads
31 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Jul 2020 9:11pm
1st Jul 2020 9:11pm
Seedlings
( after Edna St Vincent Millay )
First Seedling
Love is to the Spirit
as a seedling to earth—
both take root and flourish;
or, wither on rocky soil
Second Seedling
You can hide your candle under a bushel;
but, risk burning your entire abode. . .
~
First Seedling
Love is to the Spirit
as a seedling to earth—
both take root and flourish;
or, wither on rocky soil
Second Seedling
You can hide your candle under a bushel;
but, risk burning your entire abode. . .
~
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#EdnaStVincentMillay
1431 reads
31 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Jul 2020 4:34am
29th Jul 2020 4:34am
Time Heals but Remembering...
In old photographs I remember pain,
Of love and lust lost through those early years,
And though the wounds have healed cruel scars remain,
Like mementos of harsh and acid tears.
Now in silence I weep for that young man,
Reading the coded verses from his past,
With each rhyme I become more of a fan,
When he swore his emotions were so vast.
But looking back now I feel like a fool,
For having such an imagination,
At least I hurt softly and played it cool,
Thinking it was more of a fixation.
I still have memories to burn and singe, ...
Of love and lust lost through those early years,
And though the wounds have healed cruel scars remain,
Like mementos of harsh and acid tears.
Now in silence I weep for that young man,
Reading the coded verses from his past,
With each rhyme I become more of a fan,
When he swore his emotions were so vast.
But looking back now I feel like a fool,
For having such an imagination,
At least I hurt softly and played it cool,
Thinking it was more of a fixation.
I still have memories to burn and singe, ...
#love
#lust
#TimeHeals
#obsession
#EdnaStVincentMillay
679 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Jul 2020 4:34am
29th Jul 2020 4:34am
Time Heals but Remembering...
In old photographs I remember pain,
Of love and lust lost through those early years,
And though the wounds have healed cruel scars remain,
Like mementos of harsh and acid tears.
Now in silence I weep for that young man,
Reading the coded verses from his past,
With each rhyme I become more of a fan,
When he swore his emotions were so vast.
But looking back now I feel like a fool,
For having such an imagination,
At least I hurt softly and played it cool,
Thinking it was more of a fixation.
I still have memories to burn and singe, ...
Of love and lust lost through those early years,
And though the wounds have healed cruel scars remain,
Like mementos of harsh and acid tears.
Now in silence I weep for that young man,
Reading the coded verses from his past,
With each rhyme I become more of a fan,
When he swore his emotions were so vast.
But looking back now I feel like a fool,
For having such an imagination,
At least I hurt softly and played it cool,
Thinking it was more of a fixation.
I still have memories to burn and singe, ...
#love
#lust
#TimeHeals
#obsession
#EdnaStVincentMillay
679 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Jul 2020 4:34am
29th Jul 2020 4:34am
Time Heals but Remembering...
In old photographs I remember pain,
Of love and lust lost through those early years,
And though the wounds have healed cruel scars remain,
Like mementos of harsh and acid tears.
Now in silence I weep for that young man,
Reading the coded verses from his past,
With each rhyme I become more of a fan,
When he swore his emotions were so vast.
But looking back now I feel like a fool,
For having such an imagination,
At least I hurt softly and played it cool,
Thinking it was more of a fixation.
I still have memories to burn and singe, ...
Of love and lust lost through those early years,
And though the wounds have healed cruel scars remain,
Like mementos of harsh and acid tears.
Now in silence I weep for that young man,
Reading the coded verses from his past,
With each rhyme I become more of a fan,
When he swore his emotions were so vast.
But looking back now I feel like a fool,
For having such an imagination,
At least I hurt softly and played it cool,
Thinking it was more of a fixation.
I still have memories to burn and singe, ...
#love
#lust
#TimeHeals
#obsession
#EdnaStVincentMillay
679 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Jul 2020 4:34am
29th Jul 2020 4:34am
Time Heals but Remembering...
In old photographs I remember pain,
Of love and lust lost through those early years,
And though the wounds have healed cruel scars remain,
Like mementos of harsh and acid tears.
Now in silence I weep for that young man,
Reading the coded verses from his past,
With each rhyme I become more of a fan,
When he swore his emotions were so vast.
But looking back now I feel like a fool,
For having such an imagination,
At least I hurt softly and played it cool,
Thinking it was more of a fixation.
I still have memories to burn and singe, ...
Of love and lust lost through those early years,
And though the wounds have healed cruel scars remain,
Like mementos of harsh and acid tears.
Now in silence I weep for that young man,
Reading the coded verses from his past,
With each rhyme I become more of a fan,
When he swore his emotions were so vast.
But looking back now I feel like a fool,
For having such an imagination,
At least I hurt softly and played it cool,
Thinking it was more of a fixation.
I still have memories to burn and singe, ...
#love
#lust
#TimeHeals
#obsession
#EdnaStVincentMillay
679 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Jul 2020 4:34am
29th Jul 2020 4:34am
Time Heals but Remembering...
In old photographs I remember pain,
Of love and lust lost through those early years,
And though the wounds have healed cruel scars remain,
Like mementos of harsh and acid tears.
Now in silence I weep for that young man,
Reading the coded verses from his past,
With each rhyme I become more of a fan,
When he swore his emotions were so vast.
But looking back now I feel like a fool,
For having such an imagination,
At least I hurt softly and played it cool,
Thinking it was more of a fixation.
I still have memories to burn and singe, ...
Of love and lust lost through those early years,
And though the wounds have healed cruel scars remain,
Like mementos of harsh and acid tears.
Now in silence I weep for that young man,
Reading the coded verses from his past,
With each rhyme I become more of a fan,
When he swore his emotions were so vast.
But looking back now I feel like a fool,
For having such an imagination,
At least I hurt softly and played it cool,
Thinking it was more of a fixation.
I still have memories to burn and singe, ...
#love
#lust
#TimeHeals
#obsession
#EdnaStVincentMillay
679 reads
4 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
27th Jul 2020 9:55am
27th Jul 2020 9:55am
Miscarriage
It was as if; we held a new born gift
but there were tears that stung inside
the uncorked purity but lost it's pop and fizz
sour taste, the tang that dents your pride
Acid vapour, the smell of hate it crept
tarnished rings worn, purity in doubt
as fractured heart: under carpet swept
expectancy that withered with each flout
"Whatever" just a meaningless defence
the loss of closeness, abandoned soft affection
just alone in that lament
stillborn child delivered by C section
( ashes of life)
but there were tears that stung inside
the uncorked purity but lost it's pop and fizz
sour taste, the tang that dents your pride
Acid vapour, the smell of hate it crept
tarnished rings worn, purity in doubt
as fractured heart: under carpet swept
expectancy that withered with each flout
"Whatever" just a meaningless defence
the loss of closeness, abandoned soft affection
just alone in that lament
stillborn child delivered by C section
( ashes of life)
#heartbroken
#EdnaStVincentMillay
578 reads
5 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
27th Jul 2020 9:55am
27th Jul 2020 9:55am
Miscarriage
It was as if; we held a new born gift
but there were tears that stung inside
the uncorked purity but lost it's pop and fizz
sour taste, the tang that dents your pride
Acid vapour, the smell of hate it crept
tarnished rings worn, purity in doubt
as fractured heart: under carpet swept
expectancy that withered with each flout
"Whatever" just a meaningless defence
the loss of closeness, abandoned soft affection
just alone in that lament
stillborn child delivered by C section
( ashes of life)
but there were tears that stung inside
the uncorked purity but lost it's pop and fizz
sour taste, the tang that dents your pride
Acid vapour, the smell of hate it crept
tarnished rings worn, purity in doubt
as fractured heart: under carpet swept
expectancy that withered with each flout
"Whatever" just a meaningless defence
the loss of closeness, abandoned soft affection
just alone in that lament
stillborn child delivered by C section
( ashes of life)
#heartbroken
#EdnaStVincentMillay
578 reads
5 Comments
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