Poems on Emily Dickinson Published by Members Recently Online
#EmilyDickinson
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
832 reads
16 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
832 reads
16 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
832 reads
16 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
832 reads
16 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
832 reads
16 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
454 reads
6 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
454 reads
6 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
454 reads
6 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
454 reads
6 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
454 reads
6 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
598 reads
12 Comments
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
207 reads
4 Comments
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