Poems on Emily Dickinson Seeking Honest Critique
#EmilyDickinson
cabcool
Poem Published
19th Jun 2023 4:00am
19th Jun 2023 4:00am
Because I could not pause for Words
After Emily Dickinson:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47652/because-i-could-not-stop-for-death-479
Because I could not pause for Words―
They kindly paused for me―
The Pages held but just Ourselves―
And Vibrant Poetry.
We knew no Prose―our Verses chaste
Had safely put away
Long Sentences and Paragraphs
And every wild Essay―
Verse into School where Children played
Their Nursery Rhyme Ring-Ding―
Would feed the Young and Curious Minds...
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47652/because-i-could-not-stop-for-death-479
Because I could not pause for Words―
They kindly paused for me―
The Pages held but just Ourselves―
And Vibrant Poetry.
We knew no Prose―our Verses chaste
Had safely put away
Long Sentences and Paragraphs
And every wild Essay―
Verse into School where Children played
Their Nursery Rhyme Ring-Ding―
Would feed the Young and Curious Minds...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #EmilyDickinson
#PowerOfWords #EmilyDickinson
296 reads
4 Comments
mingomingus
SamTheSlam
SamTheSlam
Poem Published
4th Jan 2023 8:15pm
4th Jan 2023 8:15pm
Just One Question
Dear Emily Dickinson,
Just one question:
Can a parking lot be a prairie?
See, there's this bee & me,
Sort of an irreverent revery,
Won't let me get my work done.
Pushing carts for Walmart's no dream job,
But to be fair,
One must look good
For an audience,
Despite the sting of reality.
01-04-2023
Just one question:
Can a parking lot be a prairie?
See, there's this bee & me,
Sort of an irreverent revery,
Won't let me get my work done.
Pushing carts for Walmart's no dream job,
But to be fair,
One must look good
For an audience,
Despite the sting of reality.
01-04-2023
#LifeAsAWriter
#EmilyDickinson
365 reads
2 Comments
WilliamEdwardNight
Poem Published
16th Nov 2021 9:30pm
16th Nov 2021 9:30pm
An Imitation Of A Shakespearian Sonnet
A coffin is a bland repose
It leads us to what heaven knows
And all that sunlight rising makes
Ponders then serenity
It leads us to what heaven knows
And all that sunlight rising makes
Ponders then serenity
#identity
#EmilyDickinson
374 reads
3 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
21st Dec 2020 8:11am
21st Dec 2020 8:11am
Just like In Emily's House
shuttered in this
h o u s e, I feels a'like dearest
Emily.
Cardiac cripple I be here. EXcuse if i'yam'bean some kinda bummer.
Y'know, puttin' o u t them Bad Vibes
Negative Energy
shit like that.
Well well well.......this house is my brother's house. Not Emily's.
...
h o u s e, I feels a'like dearest
Emily.
Cardiac cripple I be here. EXcuse if i'yam'bean some kinda bummer.
Y'know, puttin' o u t them Bad Vibes
Negative Energy
shit like that.
Well well well.......this house is my brother's house. Not Emily's.
...
#love
#loneliness
#death
#aging
#EmilyDickinson
548 reads
0 Comments
Neoma
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2020 12:40pm
3rd Sep 2020 12:40pm
em-ily more – part 2
Sisters:
I am at the intersection where I stand for dinner, in a few hours to go to Bethlehem. Our mother left Amhurst when we were 9 years old but she sends you a letter last night. I will post it in L.A.
I talked in Amsterdam about starting a Press, and we found a very interesting partner. I signed papers with them before I left yesterday.
In the opening episode, I plan to say, "Thank you." Gratitude is the only secret that can...
I am at the intersection where I stand for dinner, in a few hours to go to Bethlehem. Our mother left Amhurst when we were 9 years old but she sends you a letter last night. I will post it in L.A.
I talked in Amsterdam about starting a Press, and we found a very interesting partner. I signed papers with them before I left yesterday.
In the opening episode, I plan to say, "Thank you." Gratitude is the only secret that can...
#love
#EmilyDickinson
#family
319 reads
5 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Jul 2020 2:57pm
9th Jul 2020 2:57pm
As I Grow Old with Grays
The times are changing
As I grow old with grays
I’m busy rearranging
Closer to my last days –
The years go by faster
As I move a little slow
Not yet out to pasture
But I hear the wind blow –
The words escape me
As I write the truth
For all that shaped me
Withered away in youth –
I count every wrinkle
Claiming each as mine
But also see a twinkle
In the life I still define –
Then I begin to smile
I still have time
It might be a while
It may be my prime –
Nothing is...
As I grow old with grays
I’m busy rearranging
Closer to my last days –
The years go by faster
As I move a little slow
Not yet out to pasture
But I hear the wind blow –
The words escape me
As I write the truth
For all that shaped me
Withered away in youth –
I count every wrinkle
Claiming each as mine
But also see a twinkle
In the life I still define –
Then I begin to smile
I still have time
It might be a while
It may be my prime –
Nothing is...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#SelfReflection
#EmilyDickinson
495 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
16th May 2019 3:24pm
16th May 2019 3:24pm
A Quintuple of Poets: Part V
Emily Dickinson, 415 Christian Era
Alexandria, Egypt
eschewed religion
despite horrific consequences;
crucified footsteps
along Via Dolorosa;
questioned theology;
but, wisely
outlining acceptable worship
beyond prayer beads, books
charting astrology;
welcomed all regardless
for who they were;
mathematical language
calculated fibrous anomalies
within her Neoplatonist...
Alexandria, Egypt
eschewed religion
despite horrific consequences;
crucified footsteps
along Via Dolorosa;
questioned theology;
but, wisely
outlining acceptable worship
beyond prayer beads, books
charting astrology;
welcomed all regardless
for who they were;
mathematical language
calculated fibrous anomalies
within her Neoplatonist...
#religion
#spiritual
#historical
#philosophical
#EmilyDickinson
877 reads
16 Comments
Neoma
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 10:24pm
21st Apr 2019 10:24pm
Three
Had we
senses?
Well
perhaps,
Tho’ they're
at home.
So intimate,
our not
‘tis
with
I have no
life,
but to
here,
Nor
Death
less
dispelled,
Nor
for,
nor
to,
Except, this
Plea
senses?
Well
perhaps,
Tho’ they're
at home.
So intimate,
our not
‘tis
with
I have no
life,
but to
here,
Nor
Death
less
dispelled,
Nor
for,
nor
to,
Except, this
Plea
#EmilyDickinson
381 reads
0 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 3:57pm
10th Dec 2018 3:57pm
Birthday of but a single pang ( for Emily Dickinson on her birthday )
Birthday of but a single pang
scripted in poetry –
An observational epitaph
your destined legacy –
This illumed anniversary:
one hundred eighty-eight –
Sealed your quill in drying ink
letters in passionate blaze –
I wonder – perchance –
did you [hear] a fly buzz –
or see the window darken in Death
as...
scripted in poetry –
An observational epitaph
your destined legacy –
This illumed anniversary:
one hundred eighty-eight –
Sealed your quill in drying ink
letters in passionate blaze –
I wonder – perchance –
did you [hear] a fly buzz –
or see the window darken in Death
as...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry #EmilyDickinson
#WritingPoetry #EmilyDickinson
1101 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
8th Dec 2018 4:38am
8th Dec 2018 4:38am
A Dying Dog - moaned for Death ( for Cooper/after Emily Dickinson )
A Dying Dog — moaned for Death
Despite how hard I begged —
I pleaded with the Universe
Until my knuckles bled —
His Loyalty — waned not once —
Though body — clearly did
His Spirit — steadfast in its goal
Returned — from whence it came—
'Twas not my lack of Belief that failed —
'Twas not His Will to Live —
But Both — in selfless Love released
The Other — from their Grief —
In Memory of my Beloved Cooper
'06 - 12.06.18
Despite how hard I begged —
I pleaded with the Universe
Until my knuckles bled —
His Loyalty — waned not once —
Though body — clearly did
His Spirit — steadfast in its goal
Returned — from whence it came—
'Twas not my lack of Belief that failed —
'Twas not His Will to Live —
But Both — in selfless Love released
The Other — from their Grief —
In Memory of my Beloved Cooper
'06 - 12.06.18
#love
#grief
#death
#dogs
#EmilyDickinson
1345 reads
11 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
4th Dec 2018 11:59pm
4th Dec 2018 11:59pm
If I Could Leave One Legacy ( after Emily Dickinson )
If I could leave one legacy
for future generations -
I would alter each destiny
with available education;
That decisions stem from facts
viably based in reason
verses illiterate frustration
in politics and religion
If I could leave one legacy
for future generations
I would introduce the poetry
of every Holy compilation
That thorough wisdom be gained
from an ancient form of art
verses inaccurate translations ...
for future generations -
I would alter each destiny
with available education;
That decisions stem from facts
viably based in reason
verses illiterate frustration
in politics and religion
If I could leave one legacy
for future generations
I would introduce the poetry
of every Holy compilation
That thorough wisdom be gained
from an ancient form of art
verses inaccurate translations ...
#children
#school
#evolution
#philosophical
#EmilyDickinson
1143 reads
18 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Dec 2018 2:00am
1st Dec 2018 2:00am
There’s a Certain Slant of Light ( after Emily Dickinson )
There’s a certain Slant of light
as Eventide crests –
Kyanite empyrean
O’re its flaming breasts
Deep repose, it doth evoke –
Diminished to hour
Recalling – Memory extols
‘Neath shady bower
Life’s bounty, freely gathered
– What may be found –
Laid before a lambent throne
Our daily accounts!
But, Woe! – What penalty doth wait
‘pon crepuscular siege
Of Outer Darkness eternal –
Should no fruit be...
as Eventide crests –
Kyanite empyrean
O’re its flaming breasts
Deep repose, it doth evoke –
Diminished to hour
Recalling – Memory extols
‘Neath shady bower
Life’s bounty, freely gathered
– What may be found –
Laid before a lambent throne
Our daily accounts!
But, Woe! – What penalty doth wait
‘pon crepuscular siege
Of Outer Darkness eternal –
Should no fruit be...
#anxiety
#religion
#spiritual
#metaphor
#EmilyDickinson
1057 reads
17 Comments
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