Poems About Edna St Vincent Millay Published by Members Recently Online
#EdnaStVincentMillay
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
673 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
673 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
673 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
673 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
673 reads
4 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
1423 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
1423 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
1423 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
1423 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
1423 reads
31 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2020 10:24pm
23rd Jul 2020 10:24pm
Gogyoshi Poem, Nr.03 — Undiscovered Roses
Star petals litter the ground
like exhausted angels and homeless people,
their avant-garde beauty reduced
to the boiled purity of an impassioned plea:
don’t cut me with anything less than perfect.
like exhausted angels and homeless people,
their avant-garde beauty reduced
to the boiled purity of an impassioned plea:
don’t cut me with anything less than perfect.
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#HumanRights #EdnaStVincentMillay
#HumanRights #EdnaStVincentMillay
646 reads
6 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2020 10:24pm
23rd Jul 2020 10:24pm
Gogyoshi Poem, Nr.03 — Undiscovered Roses
Star petals litter the ground
like exhausted angels and homeless people,
their avant-garde beauty reduced
to the boiled purity of an impassioned plea:
don’t cut me with anything less than perfect.
like exhausted angels and homeless people,
their avant-garde beauty reduced
to the boiled purity of an impassioned plea:
don’t cut me with anything less than perfect.
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#HumanRights #EdnaStVincentMillay
#HumanRights #EdnaStVincentMillay
646 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Edna St Vincent Millay Published by Members Recently Online
#EdnaStVincentMillay is curated by Ahavati (Tams).
