Poems Inspired by Emily Dickinson
#EmilyDickinson
Poems inspired by the American poet Emily Dickinson. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in poems by Emily Dickinson. Along with poems about Dickinson herself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
snugglebuck
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 11:55pm
8th Jul 2020 11:55pm
Recluce
#love
#sex
#erotic
#MentalHealth
#EmilyDickinson
1096 reads
14 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 00:03am
30th Jun 2020 00:03am
When the Silent Crow has Flown
I dance with him, a stranger still—
A figment of my mind
The song a hymn of meager skill—
Composed of words in rhyme
He takes the lead yet I resist—
I know this dance by heart
The words he needs cannot exist
While ink and parchment part
We dance a while
And rest a while
I struggle—What to Say?
The cat has come
And got my tongue
Perhaps another day
The dance goes on and he grows strong—
My ardor gives him strength
Each liaison gives girth and brawn—
His wit, more class and depth
...
A figment of my mind
The song a hymn of meager skill—
Composed of words in rhyme
He takes the lead yet I resist—
I know this dance by heart
The words he needs cannot exist
While ink and parchment part
We dance a while
And rest a while
I struggle—What to Say?
The cat has come
And got my tongue
Perhaps another day
The dance goes on and he grows strong—
My ardor gives him strength
Each liaison gives girth and brawn—
His wit, more class and depth
...
#EmilyDickinson
597 reads
12 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
831 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
370 reads
0 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
18th Dec 2018 10:44am
18th Dec 2018 10:44am
I could suffice for Him, I knew
I could suffice for Him, I knew
When I was but a child.
To think of Him as Father, too,
Though was He meek and mild?
The way I know is opposite
From what is meant to be.
His voice intent, mine hesitant,
This force ‘tween God and me.
Yet to suffice and not forsake,
Despite complete withdraw.
But is it more than I can make;
What comes before the Fall?
In chess of Thunder’s own device
I leave the game bereft.
In knowing Him, I could suffice
With no more pieces left.
#EmilyDickinson...
When I was but a child.
To think of Him as Father, too,
Though was He meek and mild?
The way I know is opposite
From what is meant to be.
His voice intent, mine hesitant,
This force ‘tween God and me.
Yet to suffice and not forsake,
Despite complete withdraw.
But is it more than I can make;
What comes before the Fall?
In chess of Thunder’s own device
I leave the game bereft.
In knowing Him, I could suffice
With no more pieces left.
#EmilyDickinson...
#God
#spiritual
#confessional #EmilyDickinson
#confessional #EmilyDickinson
746 reads
6 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
18th Dec 2018 4:01am
18th Dec 2018 4:01am
Two Butterflies Went Out At Noon
Two Butterflies went out at Noon
With party hats and scarves.
They saved all year and very soon,
A merry Plan they carved.
They caper’d high and were in awe
Sight-seeing at the zoo.
They took in sights they never saw,
Had tea with macaroons.
They made a friend along the sea
With rainbow-colored hair.
Play’d hide & seek down by the quay,
That’s where they lost him there.
So on a whim they took a cruise
To Catalina Isle,
Where flowers bloom & cockatoos,
They might be gone a...
With party hats and scarves.
They saved all year and very soon,
A merry Plan they carved.
They caper’d high and were in awe
Sight-seeing at the zoo.
They took in sights they never saw,
Had tea with macaroons.
They made a friend along the sea
With rainbow-colored hair.
Play’d hide & seek down by the quay,
That’s where they lost him there.
So on a whim they took a cruise
To Catalina Isle,
Where flowers bloom & cockatoos,
They might be gone a...
#friendship
#flowers
#birds
#butterfly
#EmilyDickinson
699 reads
15 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
17th Dec 2018 11:16am
17th Dec 2018 11:16am
I Measure Every Grief I Meet
I measure every Grief I meet
According to my Log,
And make a mark when e’er repeat
To rudder through the fog.
A sexton with a feather’d quill,
The columns may accord.
As gentle Keeper of the Will,
And noted for the Lord.
A thankless task to other men,
As diggers from the Past.
But humble servant that I am,
With Lists of ev’ry caste.
My suit of rags is rent and torn,
To walk among the Dead.
Save only for the Mac’ I’ve worn
That keeps rain off my head.
The honor for...
According to my Log,
And make a mark when e’er repeat
To rudder through the fog.
A sexton with a feather’d quill,
The columns may accord.
As gentle Keeper of the Will,
And noted for the Lord.
A thankless task to other men,
As diggers from the Past.
But humble servant that I am,
With Lists of ev’ry caste.
My suit of rags is rent and torn,
To walk among the Dead.
Save only for the Mac’ I’ve worn
That keeps rain off my head.
The honor for...
#death
#graveyard
#EmilyDickinson
899 reads
20 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
17th Dec 2018 3:01am
17th Dec 2018 3:01am
I Throw A Page Up To The Wind
I throw a page up to the wind
And to all sense take sail.
In absence of all view of land,
No country will sight unveil.
The poorest can, and will embark
Unfearing toll of gale;
The frugal voyage - only this
Will rend the mind less frail!
.....
#EmilyDickinson
(Frigate ships, such as the USS Constitution, one of the few still surviving today, were a type of tall sailing ship common in the 1800's; though built for early naval use and trade, they...
And to all sense take sail.
In absence of all view of land,
No country will sight unveil.
The poorest can, and will embark
Unfearing toll of gale;
The frugal voyage - only this
Will rend the mind less frail!
.....
#EmilyDickinson
(Frigate ships, such as the USS Constitution, one of the few still surviving today, were a type of tall sailing ship common in the 1800's; though built for early naval use and trade, they...
#books
#learning
#freedom
#escape
#EmilyDickinson
644 reads
10 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
1066 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
1286 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
1100 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
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17 Comments
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