Poems on Elizabeth Bishop Published by Members Recently Online
#ElizabethBishop
wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Nov 2018 7:05pm
27th Nov 2018 7:05pm
Mother Hood
She stood there,
slightly ominous with a red hood that covered most of her face,
with a long red coat that reached all the way down to her boots.
“What about her?” I asked him curiously “she looks really cool”,
“Her name is Mother Hood” he responded “but she’s a villain”.
“How can she be a villain is she’s a mother?” I asked surprised,
“Technically she’s not a mother” he said as we glanced at her stance,
menacing like something out of a comic book or a graphic novel.
Then I wondered,
why on earth he would conjure up such a villainous...
slightly ominous with a red hood that covered most of her face,
with a long red coat that reached all the way down to her boots.
“What about her?” I asked him curiously “she looks really cool”,
“Her name is Mother Hood” he responded “but she’s a villain”.
“How can she be a villain is she’s a mother?” I asked surprised,
“Technically she’s not a mother” he said as we glanced at her stance,
menacing like something out of a comic book or a graphic novel.
Then I wondered,
why on earth he would conjure up such a villainous...
#ghosts
#ElizabethBishop
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Nov 2018 7:05pm
27th Nov 2018 7:05pm
Mother Hood
She stood there,
slightly ominous with a red hood that covered most of her face,
with a long red coat that reached all the way down to her boots.
“What about her?” I asked him curiously “she looks really cool”,
“Her name is Mother Hood” he responded “but she’s a villain”.
“How can she be a villain is she’s a mother?” I asked surprised,
“Technically she’s not a mother” he said as we glanced at her stance,
menacing like something out of a comic book or a graphic novel.
Then I wondered,
why on earth he would conjure up such a villainous...
slightly ominous with a red hood that covered most of her face,
with a long red coat that reached all the way down to her boots.
“What about her?” I asked him curiously “she looks really cool”,
“Her name is Mother Hood” he responded “but she’s a villain”.
“How can she be a villain is she’s a mother?” I asked surprised,
“Technically she’s not a mother” he said as we glanced at her stance,
menacing like something out of a comic book or a graphic novel.
Then I wondered,
why on earth he would conjure up such a villainous...
#ghosts
#ElizabethBishop
1092 reads
9 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
The Mountain (How We Love)
How in my heart I can picture you and me,
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
#love
#nature
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
797 reads
14 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
The Mountain (How We Love)
How in my heart I can picture you and me,
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
#love
#nature
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
797 reads
14 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
The Mountain (How We Love)
How in my heart I can picture you and me,
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
#love
#nature
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
797 reads
14 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
14th Nov 2018 7:42pm
The Mountain (How We Love)
How in my heart I can picture you and me,
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
sitting upon the mantle smilingly
gazing out upon the world as it appears,
an endless sea
Burning our eyes like fire,
salty and drawing our breath.
For what would we wish,
for Heaven in our midst,
for losing ourself in this dream.
For what we can hope for in this place,
for that which we can only esteem.
Setting suns and rising tides
are cherished moments in our time,
together are pondered frame by frame,
but what can...
#love
#nature
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
#mountains #ElizabethBishop
797 reads
14 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
Little Exercise
( After Elizabeth Bishop )
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
#anxiety
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#ElizabethBishop
1522 reads
40 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
Little Exercise
( After Elizabeth Bishop )
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
#anxiety
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#ElizabethBishop
1522 reads
40 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
Little Exercise
( After Elizabeth Bishop )
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
#anxiety
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#ElizabethBishop
1522 reads
40 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
Little Exercise
( After Elizabeth Bishop )
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
#anxiety
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#ElizabethBishop
1522 reads
40 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
Little Exercise
( After Elizabeth Bishop )
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
#anxiety
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#ElizabethBishop
1522 reads
40 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
5th Nov 2018 8:32pm
5th Nov 2018 8:32pm
Villanelle Nr.12 — The Sacred Art Of Losing Well
Your villanelle intrigues him from the start
he reads it many times - he’s mesmerised -
it stokes desire to learn this sacred art
and teasing meaning from the poem’s parts
poetic prowess sensed and recognised
your villanelle intrigues him from the start.
He sees it’s not a case of being ‘smart’ -
disaster looms when trust is compromised
killing desire to learn a sacred art.
And though the final line looks off the chart
the mastery leaves...
he reads it many times - he’s mesmerised -
it stokes desire to learn this sacred art
and teasing meaning from the poem’s parts
poetic prowess sensed and recognised
your villanelle intrigues him from the start.
He sees it’s not a case of being ‘smart’ -
disaster looms when trust is compromised
killing desire to learn a sacred art.
And though the final line looks off the chart
the mastery leaves...
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#ElizabethBishop
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14 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems on Elizabeth Bishop Published by Members Recently Online
#ElizabethBishop is curated by Ahavati.
