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.
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
28th Nov 2018 4:30pm
28th Nov 2018 4:30pm
A Murder in Snow
( After Emily Dickinson )
A Murder in Snow -
perched upon white
thousands of crow -
gather to formulate
A Murder in the night -
this patterned death
from windows we admire -
their silent form of life
~
A Murder in Snow -
perched upon white
thousands of crow -
gather to formulate
A Murder in the night -
this patterned death
from windows we admire -
their silent form of life
~
#death
#birds
#winter
#LifeCycle
#EmilyDickinson
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candycrier
Poem Published
18th Aug 2018 5:28pm
18th Aug 2018 5:28pm
Briefest Bio of Emily Dickinson
Blind to her poetic gifts--
They were a HOBBY only
They were a HOBBY only
#WritingPoetry
#EmilyDickinson
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rosegold
Poem Published
4th May 2018 5:52am
4th May 2018 5:52am
Echo of Hope
my hope has lost its feathers
it's quite the piteous sight
locked inside my lonely soul
hungering for flight
its body bruised and battered
its tender wings plucked bare
exposed to stormy wind and rain
struggling through frigid air
my hope has lost its voice
from singing for too long
but still it nests atop my heart
dreaming of its song
I hear it echo ever faint
though thunder rules the night
my hope has lost its feathers
but not its will to fight
it's quite the piteous sight
locked inside my lonely soul
hungering for flight
its body bruised and battered
its tender wings plucked bare
exposed to stormy wind and rain
struggling through frigid air
my hope has lost its voice
from singing for too long
but still it nests atop my heart
dreaming of its song
I hear it echo ever faint
though thunder rules the night
my hope has lost its feathers
but not its will to fight
#hope
#birds
#music
#storm
#EmilyDickinson
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Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
24th Apr 2018 12:02pm
24th Apr 2018 12:02pm
Tributes for Emily
(Emily Dickinson)
To tend our Father's gardens,
And to taste a stamen sweet
(Is) before the weather hardens,
And to savor harvest reaped.
____
The purple stitch of amethyst,
Contrary to the Autumn moon,
Beguiles the clouds asunder,
Who succumb to swoon of thunder.
____
If tears would pause the Destinies
When thine is fated next,
Remember, Death arrives in threes,
As trill and quavered sent.
#EmilyDickinson
To tend our Father's gardens,
And to taste a stamen sweet
(Is) before the weather hardens,
And to savor harvest reaped.
____
The purple stitch of amethyst,
Contrary to the Autumn moon,
Beguiles the clouds asunder,
Who succumb to swoon of thunder.
____
If tears would pause the Destinies
When thine is fated next,
Remember, Death arrives in threes,
As trill and quavered sent.
#EmilyDickinson
#death
#rain
#nature
#God
#EmilyDickinson
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
9th Apr 2017 4:06am
9th Apr 2017 4:06am
21st Century Emily Dickinson
What penance is to be paid
for dropping the large brown eggs
of your eyes—
their content saturating
the busted carton of your cheeks
And all my childhood horses
and all my imaginary playmates
can't put them back together again;
I can only try to explain
Blood is the life;
I feel mine in these Sacred lands—
each spilled drop fertilizing ...
for dropping the large brown eggs
of your eyes—
their content saturating
the busted carton of your cheeks
And all my childhood horses
and all my imaginary playmates
can't put them back together again;
I can only try to explain
Blood is the life;
I feel mine in these Sacred lands—
each spilled drop fertilizing ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#EmilyDickinson
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calamitygin
Poem Published
25th Dec 2015 7:12pm
25th Dec 2015 7:12pm
Untitled...tribute to Miss Emily Dickinson
Image..original manuscript of "Wild Nights Wild Nights" by Emily Dickenson
My Darlin Emily,
Funny Lady in still white
You retreated too soon
Took refuge in a room of words
And we were graced
By your self imposed exile
And i wonder of your dreams?
Did you Em?
Dream furious "Wild Nights, Wild Nights.."
Did you silently scream in dark
For his "Moor"
"Rowing in your Eden?"
Did you luxure in tempest's touch?
What did you know of those winds?
I pray more than breeze,
But fueling...
My Darlin Emily,
Funny Lady in still white
You retreated too soon
Took refuge in a room of words
And we were graced
By your self imposed exile
And i wonder of your dreams?
Did you Em?
Dream furious "Wild Nights, Wild Nights.."
Did you silently scream in dark
For his "Moor"
"Rowing in your Eden?"
Did you luxure in tempest's touch?
What did you know of those winds?
I pray more than breeze,
But fueling...
#EmilyDickinson
#memorial
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settembrini
Poem Published
6th Oct 2012 4:37pm
6th Oct 2012 4:37pm
Inquisition
Now Clothe Myself Entirely -
Strutting in the Chapel
Father’s Stern Propriety
Forbids Our Smallest Apple.
Next I’ll fly, a Spirit Bold,
Through the Judge's Door -
My Dress Thrown Down upon the Gold,
He sees My Secret Core.
May I then Contrive a Rule
To Free me from the Curse,
The Rope, the Rack, the Iron Tool
The Black Eternal Hearse?
(Most readers will notice that this is intended to imitate the style of Emily Dickinson.)
Strutting in the Chapel
Father’s Stern Propriety
Forbids Our Smallest Apple.
Next I’ll fly, a Spirit Bold,
Through the Judge's Door -
My Dress Thrown Down upon the Gold,
He sees My Secret Core.
May I then Contrive a Rule
To Free me from the Curse,
The Rope, the Rack, the Iron Tool
The Black Eternal Hearse?
(Most readers will notice that this is intended to imitate the style of Emily Dickinson.)
#spiritual
#EmilyDickinson
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