Poems on Emily Dickinson Seeking Honest Critique
#EmilyDickinson
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
1st Aug 2023 3:28pm
1st Aug 2023 3:28pm
Thing With Feathers
hope's a tough bastard you know
sittin' there in your guts
singin' its heart out without words
never givin' a damn
in her realm freebird soars
no whiskey's haze no slamming doors
hope’s wings unfurl they finding release
in words that ache and hearts that peace
in the corner of my soul
spark of hope’s fire burns bright
her fierce spirit her poetic grace
ignites the embers of my night
sweetest sound in the middle of shit
no storm can beat it down
that little bird's too damn stubborn
keeps folks warm in...
sittin' there in your guts
singin' its heart out without words
never givin' a damn
in her realm freebird soars
no whiskey's haze no slamming doors
hope’s wings unfurl they finding release
in words that ache and hearts that peace
in the corner of my soul
spark of hope’s fire burns bright
her fierce spirit her poetic grace
ignites the embers of my night
sweetest sound in the middle of shit
no storm can beat it down
that little bird's too damn stubborn
keeps folks warm in...
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#EmilyDickinson
163 reads
4 Comments
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
176 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
247 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
301 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
442 reads
0 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
404 reads
6 Comments
Magnetron
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2019 00:20am
3rd Dec 2019 00:20am
[ Spiritual ] Waiting ...
waiting ...
Universe updating ...
with the most recent
All That Is
arcing storyline revision
virtual reality of mine
undertaking phasing frequent;
frequented thought I find
myself caught up in
while making time to kill
wandering this estate of mind
where I dwell in possibility
Universe updating ...
with the most recent
All That Is
arcing storyline revision
virtual reality of mine
undertaking phasing frequent;
frequented thought I find
myself caught up in
while making time to kill
wandering this estate of mind
where I dwell in possibility
#universe
#spiritual
#patience
#TruthOfLife
#EmilyDickinson
644 reads
6 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
24th Oct 2019 6:57pm
24th Oct 2019 6:57pm
[ CC ] There's a certain slant of morbidity
tabeled behind curtain for autopsy
Enabled, I'm giddy, soon in swoon
n even topsy turvy as if heavy bosomed
Warm, curled up with rigored spined book
Probed, each nook - now cold body of work
Such my depravity, virtually on all fours
entering, gleaning from each organed cavity
meaning from sheltered half-life of yours
every clue regarding its (c)hastened demise -
one's poetry career dearly departing
much too early from this world, Emily
Enabled, I'm giddy, soon in swoon
n even topsy turvy as if heavy bosomed
Warm, curled up with rigored spined book
Probed, each nook - now cold body of work
Such my depravity, virtually on all fours
entering, gleaning from each organed cavity
meaning from sheltered half-life of yours
every clue regarding its (c)hastened demise -
one's poetry career dearly departing
much too early from this world, Emily
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#EmilyDickinson
492 reads
2 Comments
PsycoticMastermind
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 11:59am
13th Sep 2019 11:59am
Schizophrenetic Part Seven
There's a certain slant of Silliness
notion bordering on the Assinine
suggesting one providing poetitudes
under multiple profiles must do this
laboriously like a job to Five from Nine -
behave as various gals and dudes
strenuously staying in character(s)
for prolonged duration; his ( or hers? )
grasp of concept tenuous at best
Isn't that what the Catfishers do?
dip their toes in waters to test
personas currently carrying on
continually fooling you that is you
who can't even tell who are who?...
notion bordering on the Assinine
suggesting one providing poetitudes
under multiple profiles must do this
laboriously like a job to Five from Nine -
behave as various gals and dudes
strenuously staying in character(s)
for prolonged duration; his ( or hers? )
grasp of concept tenuous at best
Isn't that what the Catfishers do?
dip their toes in waters to test
personas currently carrying on
continually fooling you that is you
who can't even tell who are who?...
#identity
#WritingPoetry
#EmilyDickinson
506 reads
0 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
8th Aug 2019 3:10pm
8th Aug 2019 3:10pm
[ CC ] There's a certain slant of Solitude
acquired when in the mood -
a choir sings throughout -
peaceful mind brought about
more so than if deaf and blind
Disgruntled grumblers fall by wayside -
faces wiped clean of grimaces and sneers
Likely to echo should you decide to shout!
For a change of hectic paces
it's definitely Heavenly
Yes, that's what this is -
music to my eyes and ears!
a choir sings throughout -
peaceful mind brought about
more so than if deaf and blind
Disgruntled grumblers fall by wayside -
faces wiped clean of grimaces and sneers
Likely to echo should you decide to shout!
For a change of hectic paces
it's definitely Heavenly
Yes, that's what this is -
music to my eyes and ears!
#peace
#EmilyDickinson
582 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
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
783 reads
16 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
29th Apr 2019 5:00pm
29th Apr 2019 5:00pm
[ NaPo 2019 ] Naked Aspirations
I dearly wish to sleep 'n dream
taking your body in hand
keeping close my Darling Love
however foreign the land
so that upon waking separation
distance breaking our embrace
with its loudly uttered disregard
for these feelings lingering in place
still I will have something of you
to hold - warm flesh souled - cherish
reminding of Aspirations Naked
that my daydreams never perish
taking your body in hand
keeping close my Darling Love
however foreign the land
so that upon waking separation
distance breaking our embrace
with its loudly uttered disregard
for these feelings lingering in place
still I will have something of you
to hold - warm flesh souled - cherish
reminding of Aspirations Naked
that my daydreams never perish
#love
#EmilyDickinson
#NaPoWriMo2019
622 reads
4 Comments
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