Poems About Edna St Vincent Millay Published by Members Recently Online
#EdnaStVincentMillay
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
657 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
657 reads
6 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
574 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
574 reads
5 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 11:24am
4th Jul 2020 11:24am
If Edna Wrote
We say circumstance, as if it where designed
Chaos in the wind. Is but seeds of revolution
History in books are nothing, statues remind
Is our guilt ridden cleansing, a right solution
Our love of humankind diminished, till recent times
Unjust blood spilled, dubbed hate crimes
We create the fuel, in how its taught
Innocence never dies, its a slow torturous rot
In ignoring it, the cancer grew not undetected
Ostriches head buried in sand, not affected
Protesting parades, with rage and violence
His death viewed,...
Chaos in the wind. Is but seeds of revolution
History in books are nothing, statues remind
Is our guilt ridden cleansing, a right solution
Our love of humankind diminished, till recent times
Unjust blood spilled, dubbed hate crimes
We create the fuel, in how its taught
Innocence never dies, its a slow torturous rot
In ignoring it, the cancer grew not undetected
Ostriches head buried in sand, not affected
Protesting parades, with rage and violence
His death viewed,...
#EdnaStVincentMillay
607 reads
17 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 7:10pm
2nd Jul 2020 7:10pm
Dusk in the Desert
I swear, this summer’s sun
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
#myself
#desert
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
897 reads
30 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 7:10pm
2nd Jul 2020 7:10pm
Dusk in the Desert
I swear, this summer’s sun
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
#myself
#desert
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
897 reads
30 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 7:10pm
2nd Jul 2020 7:10pm
Dusk in the Desert
I swear, this summer’s sun
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
#myself
#desert
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
897 reads
30 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 7:10pm
2nd Jul 2020 7:10pm
Dusk in the Desert
I swear, this summer’s sun
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
#myself
#desert
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
897 reads
30 Comments
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