Poems Inspired by Henry David Thoreau
#HenryDavidThoreau
Poems inspired by Henry David Thoreau. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in poems and essays by Henry David Thoreau. Along with poems about Thoreau himself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2022 6:20am
3rd Jun 2022 6:20am
Perspectives in Freedom
What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend,
it ceases to exist."
- Salman Rushdie
"Speak, or be unheard,
open your mind or be confined.
You have so much to say
don't let self doubt take it away.
Open minds and hearts are listening
and they can affirm what is humanity
expressing and being itself in you
opinions aren't right or wrong, just unique;
it is bravery in action to shout in your
true voice as a lion would roar
and a fearless voice is a blessing
even in the...
it ceases to exist."
- Salman Rushdie
"Speak, or be unheard,
open your mind or be confined.
You have so much to say
don't let self doubt take it away.
Open minds and hearts are listening
and they can affirm what is humanity
expressing and being itself in you
opinions aren't right or wrong, just unique;
it is bravery in action to shout in your
true voice as a lion would roar
and a fearless voice is a blessing
even in the...
#freedom
#MaryOliver
#MayaAngelou
#NaPoWriMo2022
#HenryDavidThoreau
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6 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 1:54am
23rd May 2020 1:54am
Bloom, You Must
My sole employment is, and scrupulous care,
To place my gains beyond the reach of tides,'
- Henry David Thoreau
I am rooted in such grief
as fate's sour stream e'er runs beneath
to carry all the world's runoff,
flowing wide beyond belief.
In ev'ry man resides this place
wherein his mind has fallen from grace;
the hand that brought him far away
is too the same as new found foray.
Oh, stems that bore such heads of gold
to rise above the ways of old,
e'er forth...
To place my gains beyond the reach of tides,'
- Henry David Thoreau
I am rooted in such grief
as fate's sour stream e'er runs beneath
to carry all the world's runoff,
flowing wide beyond belief.
In ev'ry man resides this place
wherein his mind has fallen from grace;
the hand that brought him far away
is too the same as new found foray.
Oh, stems that bore such heads of gold
to rise above the ways of old,
e'er forth...
#identity
#flowers
#nature
#freedom
#HenryDavidThoreau
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14 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
2nd May 2020 3:50am
2nd May 2020 3:50am
Past And Present
Starship USS Stanza engineering log, Stardate April 30, 2020
T'PoetsRevenge, chief officer:
I have observed a bearded man in several areas of the ship
dressed in woodsmans clothes and writing in a notebook.
He appears to be a hologram. Some of the crew and cadets
have been studying different eras in poetry on the holodeck
for Poetry Writing Month. I suspect that this is where he
originated. I have scanned his image into the ship's encyclopedia,
and it is none other than Henry David Thoreau, the transcendentalist of the early 20th century on...
T'PoetsRevenge, chief officer:
I have observed a bearded man in several areas of the ship
dressed in woodsmans clothes and writing in a notebook.
He appears to be a hologram. Some of the crew and cadets
have been studying different eras in poetry on the holodeck
for Poetry Writing Month. I suspect that this is where he
originated. I have scanned his image into the ship's encyclopedia,
and it is none other than Henry David Thoreau, the transcendentalist of the early 20th century on...
#science
#HenryDavidThoreau
#scifi #NaPoWriMo2020
#scifi #NaPoWriMo2020
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10 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2018 11:15pm
2nd Oct 2018 11:15pm
A Buck
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone." --Henry David Thoreau
The early autumn evening air, now warm
Belies the morning's chill upon the pond
The beauty of this day does not conform
To certainty of winter's coming bond.
A buck emerges, stooping for a drink
The rut this year, put off by fall's delay
His calm demeanor shows he does not think
To worry over winter, cold and grey.
The wisdom in this moment, warm and clear
Brings more than fleeting pleasure to my soul
The...
The early autumn evening air, now warm
Belies the morning's chill upon the pond
The beauty of this day does not conform
To certainty of winter's coming bond.
A buck emerges, stooping for a drink
The rut this year, put off by fall's delay
His calm demeanor shows he does not think
To worry over winter, cold and grey.
The wisdom in this moment, warm and clear
Brings more than fleeting pleasure to my soul
The...
#nature
#sonnet
#learning #HenryDavidThoreau
#learning #HenryDavidThoreau
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10 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
19th Jun 2018 3:38pm
19th Jun 2018 3:38pm
Snyder Mountain’s Crest
in still air I shout
my silent poems
resound in granite crags
echo Thoreau’s words
shift as pack-weight’s burn
through every cutback laugh
the altar’s pile stacked
steel tubes, woven cloth
snow’s taste on barren skin
I dance the peak’s dance
dervish native snake
in time to scrotum’s slap
crazy mountain man
freezing mountain wind
I sing Sky Father’s songs
my silent poems
resound in granite crags
echo Thoreau’s words
shift as pack-weight’s burn
through every cutback laugh
the altar’s pile stacked
steel tubes, woven cloth
snow’s taste on barren skin
I dance the peak’s dance
dervish native snake
in time to scrotum’s slap
crazy mountain man
freezing mountain wind
I sing Sky Father’s songs
#nature
#mountains
#spiritual #HenryDavidThoreau
#spiritual #HenryDavidThoreau
584 reads
1 Comment
drone
Poem Published
1st Feb 2018 2:37pm
1st Feb 2018 2:37pm
If we
If we believe
every implanted
Thought
that we think
without even trying
to understand
Why
these thoughts
are believed
then our reasoning
and logic
have become Diseased
With that sad belief
that we are
Intelligent
human beings
Free
from the characteristics
of Sheep
every implanted
Thought
that we think
without even trying
to understand
Why
these thoughts
are believed
then our reasoning
and logic
have become Diseased
With that sad belief
that we are
Intelligent
human beings
Free
from the characteristics
of Sheep
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#HenryDavidThoreau
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0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
28th Dec 2017 2:35am
28th Dec 2017 2:35am
yeah, well, that's what she said ..
there is a ghost," she said
"I heard it last night,
on my way
up to bed .."
"so what did it
sound like ?" he smiled
"oh, like the very dead,"
cried the child ..
"I heard it last night,
on my way
up to bed .."
"so what did it
sound like ?" he smiled
"oh, like the very dead,"
cried the child ..
#politics
#tobacco
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#HenryDavidThoreau
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1 Comment
Ruralwrite
Poem Published
24th Nov 2017 7:29pm
24th Nov 2017 7:29pm
Changing with the Land
Mindlessly looking at
dull khaki grass across
the valley below;
thinking about Thoreau,
reflections of changes in
me and the land.
Does it change;
do I change?
Khaki grasses earlier so
filled in lush green and
waltzing to summer in
breezes’ rhythms;
now November morn
standing rigid as oaks’ limbs and
brittle as old barns’ panes.
Water bubbling from a spring and
gargling into the creek
chilled even on
summer’s dog-days;
knowing without touch
water even colder in
November...
dull khaki grass across
the valley below;
thinking about Thoreau,
reflections of changes in
me and the land.
Does it change;
do I change?
Khaki grasses earlier so
filled in lush green and
waltzing to summer in
breezes’ rhythms;
now November morn
standing rigid as oaks’ limbs and
brittle as old barns’ panes.
Water bubbling from a spring and
gargling into the creek
chilled even on
summer’s dog-days;
knowing without touch
water even colder in
November...
#trees
#nature
#HenryDavidThoreau
798 reads
11 Comments
jamesvan7
Poem Published
24th Feb 2016 3:12am
24th Feb 2016 3:12am
Trained Thought
#fiction
#prose
#HenryDavidThoreau
855 reads
0 Comments
CuttingTeeth
Poem Published
31st May 2013 5:53pm
31st May 2013 5:53pm
Thoreau's Rolling Over In His Grave
Perpetually waiting
Gradually creeping normalcy
Daringly unapologetic
In the midst of certain discontent
The concrete doesn't break with the teeth
He simply breaks the teeth themselves
Cemented idle
Tormented tasting
Morbid racing
Paddling to shore in a boat
Eating itself
Scratching at its wounds
Taking in water gladly
When we do reach land
It's abandoned
Vacant
Nothing but fog and trees
Discussing loneliness
And other casualties of the world
Which they have no control over
They don't have feet...
Gradually creeping normalcy
Daringly unapologetic
In the midst of certain discontent
The concrete doesn't break with the teeth
He simply breaks the teeth themselves
Cemented idle
Tormented tasting
Morbid racing
Paddling to shore in a boat
Eating itself
Scratching at its wounds
Taking in water gladly
When we do reach land
It's abandoned
Vacant
Nothing but fog and trees
Discussing loneliness
And other casualties of the world
Which they have no control over
They don't have feet...
#HenryDavidThoreau
#nature
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0 Comments
EslieAnna
Poem Published
12th Mar 2013 4:37pm
12th Mar 2013 4:37pm
Thoreau Reflection
Would I were as steadfast be,
Arms gold puncture and envelop me,
And tender-taken breaths heat
wisps upon the air, remembering
summer's mornings there.
A whitened grey,
This day willows sigh and whispers say,
Not as the green once trampled spoke to me
but as branches heavy broken in fantasy.
Come visit here a gaze upon the sight,
Come, captured cold and rapture light,
Crunched feet and fractured footholds move me,
And natures sleeping slopes are waves that undulate to sooth me.
Arms gold puncture and envelop me,
And tender-taken breaths heat
wisps upon the air, remembering
summer's mornings there.
A whitened grey,
This day willows sigh and whispers say,
Not as the green once trampled spoke to me
but as branches heavy broken in fantasy.
Come visit here a gaze upon the sight,
Come, captured cold and rapture light,
Crunched feet and fractured footholds move me,
And natures sleeping slopes are waves that undulate to sooth me.
#trees
#nature
#HenryDavidThoreau
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JAZZMANOR
Poem Published
12th Jan 2013 7:32pm
12th Jan 2013 7:32pm
A nice little walk
I thought I saw Thoreau by a tree one day
no sound could be heard while he walked
I tried to present a greeting
his finger waved as if not to talk
The silence was best as I followed
to a brook that was running free
a smile lit up his face
no other place he more wanted to be
In a minute another came to attention
said quietly his name was Don
something familiar but couldn't say what
a southern accent but not too strong
We saw nest of birds all over
even an owl take to flight
at one moment the beauty overwhelmed
closed my...
no sound could be heard while he walked
I tried to present a greeting
his finger waved as if not to talk
The silence was best as I followed
to a brook that was running free
a smile lit up his face
no other place he more wanted to be
In a minute another came to attention
said quietly his name was Don
something familiar but couldn't say what
a southern accent but not too strong
We saw nest of birds all over
even an owl take to flight
at one moment the beauty overwhelmed
closed my...
#birds
#nature
#uplifting #HenryDavidThoreau
#uplifting #HenryDavidThoreau
932 reads
21 Comments
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