Poems About Lord Byron Seeking Honest Critique
#LordByron
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
27th Apr 2024 10:49am
27th Apr 2024 10:49am
Pen Me a Poem
Will you pen me a poem
bathe me in your fresh ink
beneath a sunset set in pink
sweep me up in your gloam
Whisper your words in my ear
tickle me sweet with every sound
make me lost so I am found
with you finally forever near
A true Byron to my shy Millay
untying each silky lace
caress the tears from my face
as I dangle on these lines you say
While I share my secrets with you
bare each wound and scar
no longer afraid to go too far
feeling once...
bathe me in your fresh ink
beneath a sunset set in pink
sweep me up in your gloam
Whisper your words in my ear
tickle me sweet with every sound
make me lost so I am found
with you finally forever near
A true Byron to my shy Millay
untying each silky lace
caress the tears from my face
as I dangle on these lines you say
While I share my secrets with you
bare each wound and scar
no longer afraid to go too far
feeling once...
#confessional
#crush
#EdnaStVincentMillay
#FallingInLove
#LordByron
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14 Comments
ShaunCronick100
Poem Published
17th Aug 2022 9:08am
17th Aug 2022 9:08am
The Dead Mad Poets Society
One needs to be a fruitcake,
Truth be told a complete loon.
Or more madder than a hatter,
All clearly barking at the moon.
For histories mad and manic poet's,
Displayed dark derangement and notoriety.
Poets who all deserved to be certified,
Members of The Dead Mad Poets Society.
François Villon stabbed a priest to death,
Then was banished from Paris for his crime.
His poems were of such an intricate form,
Composed in notorious brothels of the time.
Richard Savage was a satirist and murderer,
Also a...
Truth be told a complete loon.
Or more madder than a hatter,
All clearly barking at the moon.
For histories mad and manic poet's,
Displayed dark derangement and notoriety.
Poets who all deserved to be certified,
Members of The Dead Mad Poets Society.
François Villon stabbed a priest to death,
Then was banished from Paris for his crime.
His poems were of such an intricate form,
Composed in notorious brothels of the time.
Richard Savage was a satirist and murderer,
Also a...
#LordByron
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0 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
5th Dec 2020 11:22pm
5th Dec 2020 11:22pm
Don’t say it, do not haunt me
Follow a pence, a pole or garden path,
a shimmering lane soaked in a moonlit bath.
You own the starry stream, the current and the staff
They steady my waltz and the thrum of my laugh
But I am no mirror afore you
so do not haunt me please just send this note
with ash or fuse drawn from the churches pew
to be sewn within the linings of my sister’s coat
Drag me under, someone,
below nude celluloid, in all blemish,
before some fresh thought becomes meaningful once more.
It was all laden, ‘fore you spoke,...
a shimmering lane soaked in a moonlit bath.
You own the starry stream, the current and the staff
They steady my waltz and the thrum of my laugh
But I am no mirror afore you
so do not haunt me please just send this note
with ash or fuse drawn from the churches pew
to be sewn within the linings of my sister’s coat
Drag me under, someone,
below nude celluloid, in all blemish,
before some fresh thought becomes meaningful once more.
It was all laden, ‘fore you spoke,...
#meditation
#LordByron
484 reads
12 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Nov 2020 5:41am
28th Nov 2020 5:41am
I See Her in Dreams
I see her in dreams every night,
With heavenly angelic eyes
Covered in beauty and delight
Like the most glorious sunrise,
And I bask in this solemn rite
That only a dream can comprise.
Captivated by a bright smile,
I cannot help but fall in love,
For the splendor lasts a while
As if it’s been sent from above,
Her appearance is so tactile
It’s surely what dreams are made of.
I long to sleep just for the chance
To behold this sheer fantasy
In her attraction there’s a trance
More profound than an endless sea, ...
With heavenly angelic eyes
Covered in beauty and delight
Like the most glorious sunrise,
And I bask in this solemn rite
That only a dream can comprise.
Captivated by a bright smile,
I cannot help but fall in love,
For the splendor lasts a while
As if it’s been sent from above,
Her appearance is so tactile
It’s surely what dreams are made of.
I long to sleep just for the chance
To behold this sheer fantasy
In her attraction there’s a trance
More profound than an endless sea, ...
#love
#beauty
#dreams
#sleep
#LordByron
622 reads
10 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 8:35am
20th Nov 2020 8:35am
The bridge soon to be crossed
As near the lake, I cast a stone
and stand and watch it bounce
duck's and drakes, squawk in overtones
skimming, its short flight pronounced
settled, leave the self so all alone
short term, that came all unannounced
as life, will have its ups and downs
each ripple ebbing, slowly drown.
In mourning, standing on the bridge
hear the water trickle past
be with it, its dark seeing images
who threw the die? that you were cast
stolen time, that we were pledged
my soul flies, sombre, at half mast
fair...
and stand and watch it bounce
duck's and drakes, squawk in overtones
skimming, its short flight pronounced
settled, leave the self so all alone
short term, that came all unannounced
as life, will have its ups and downs
each ripple ebbing, slowly drown.
In mourning, standing on the bridge
hear the water trickle past
be with it, its dark seeing images
who threw the die? that you were cast
stolen time, that we were pledged
my soul flies, sombre, at half mast
fair...
#love
#grief
#death
#memorial
#LordByron
597 reads
5 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
10th Nov 2020 00:26am
10th Nov 2020 00:26am
A Man of Simple Dreams
( After Lord Byron )
To wake of morning, half-light crowning—
spitting flash through arthritic trees;
a spindly flame, waxing stronger
exposing ivory skin of frosted field.
An aroma, roasted kernel twists
as cats, entwined amid feet;
timorous stems of shadow retreat
across leaf-strewn concrete.
To hear the yodel of migrating loon
depart winter-tide for passion
disrupts me not, despite their omen;
armed guards of snow, capturing
the garden, sparing no green survivor
save...
To wake of morning, half-light crowning—
spitting flash through arthritic trees;
a spindly flame, waxing stronger
exposing ivory skin of frosted field.
An aroma, roasted kernel twists
as cats, entwined amid feet;
timorous stems of shadow retreat
across leaf-strewn concrete.
To hear the yodel of migrating loon
depart winter-tide for passion
disrupts me not, despite their omen;
armed guards of snow, capturing
the garden, sparing no green survivor
save...
#LordByron
830 reads
36 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 8:59pm
1st Nov 2020 8:59pm
The Destruction of the Sea-People
A mighty kingdom o’er mountains north
Tales of its treasure spread widely forth
Yet coveting bounty from the land below
Mysterious riches for those in the know
A humble village nestled next to the sea
Ruled by none but their own humility
Possessing a prize world-over renown’d
Honored in secret where secrets abound
Begrudging the people their loyalty
The Ruler consumed by his royalty
Nefarious planning far into each night
Blinded by greed ever-eager to fight
Peaceful villagers fell swiftly as...
Tales of its treasure spread widely forth
Yet coveting bounty from the land below
Mysterious riches for those in the know
A humble village nestled next to the sea
Ruled by none but their own humility
Possessing a prize world-over renown’d
Honored in secret where secrets abound
Begrudging the people their loyalty
The Ruler consumed by his royalty
Nefarious planning far into each night
Blinded by greed ever-eager to fight
Peaceful villagers fell swiftly as...
#LordByron
338 reads
6 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
26th Nov 2017 3:35pm
26th Nov 2017 3:35pm
As My Byron Beckons
With sweet poetic oils
you do anoint
seducing me always
from the inside out
Till I am splayed naked
on the alter of your verse
but such blissful quakes
eclipse a trembling fear
For you see there is such
turmoil deep within
at stake my very crossing
your marble bridge of sighs
My heart pines for union
sweet coupling bliss
but an icy mind catalogues
each past wound and scar
While all along my soul
remains silent, smiling
for it has always known
the only...
you do anoint
seducing me always
from the inside out
Till I am splayed naked
on the alter of your verse
but such blissful quakes
eclipse a trembling fear
For you see there is such
turmoil deep within
at stake my very crossing
your marble bridge of sighs
My heart pines for union
sweet coupling bliss
but an icy mind catalogues
each past wound and scar
While all along my soul
remains silent, smiling
for it has always known
the only...
#grief
#WritingPoetry
#admiration
#StreamOfConsciousness
#LordByron
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20 Comments
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