Poems About Louise Gluck Published by Members Recently Online
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 7:40pm
27th Jan 2020 7:40pm
Afterthought
Remembering what I said last night, now I reflect
I should have been a little more cautious with my words
But then again hindsight is always twenty-twenty
I blurted out the things that came to mind
And now I’m choosing on what to do next.
I don’t know why I said it
But my intuition was to be honest,
Now the poet in me is sad.
I slept on it but still
No answers came to me in dreams…
It’s like we go through this cycle,
Every once in a while we’ll argue,
Reconnect and become closer,
Until something...
I should have been a little more cautious with my words
But then again hindsight is always twenty-twenty
I blurted out the things that came to mind
And now I’m choosing on what to do next.
I don’t know why I said it
But my intuition was to be honest,
Now the poet in me is sad.
I slept on it but still
No answers came to me in dreams…
It’s like we go through this cycle,
Every once in a while we’ll argue,
Reconnect and become closer,
Until something...
#SelfReflection
#LouiseGluck
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 7:40pm
27th Jan 2020 7:40pm
Afterthought
Remembering what I said last night, now I reflect
I should have been a little more cautious with my words
But then again hindsight is always twenty-twenty
I blurted out the things that came to mind
And now I’m choosing on what to do next.
I don’t know why I said it
But my intuition was to be honest,
Now the poet in me is sad.
I slept on it but still
No answers came to me in dreams…
It’s like we go through this cycle,
Every once in a while we’ll argue,
Reconnect and become closer,
Until something...
I should have been a little more cautious with my words
But then again hindsight is always twenty-twenty
I blurted out the things that came to mind
And now I’m choosing on what to do next.
I don’t know why I said it
But my intuition was to be honest,
Now the poet in me is sad.
I slept on it but still
No answers came to me in dreams…
It’s like we go through this cycle,
Every once in a while we’ll argue,
Reconnect and become closer,
Until something...
#SelfReflection
#LouiseGluck
669 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Jan 2020 6:19pm
1st Jan 2020 6:19pm
Wintertide Metaphor
( after Louise Glück )
How was I to know
dormancy could craft
the art of contentment;
that breaking beyond winter
to spring’s hustling charms
would teach me of solitude—
instill a crisp propensity
for suppression again
Spring is cursory—
a budding headdress only
for those that cannot observe
beyond outward beauty;
who swallow, eventually ...
How was I to know
dormancy could craft
the art of contentment;
that breaking beyond winter
to spring’s hustling charms
would teach me of solitude—
instill a crisp propensity
for suppression again
Spring is cursory—
a budding headdress only
for those that cannot observe
beyond outward beauty;
who swallow, eventually ...
#winter
#metaphor
#LouiseGluck #earth
#LouiseGluck #earth
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Jan 2020 6:19pm
1st Jan 2020 6:19pm
Wintertide Metaphor
( after Louise Glück )
How was I to know
dormancy could craft
the art of contentment;
that breaking beyond winter
to spring’s hustling charms
would teach me of solitude—
instill a crisp propensity
for suppression again
Spring is cursory—
a budding headdress only
for those that cannot observe
beyond outward beauty;
who swallow, eventually ...
How was I to know
dormancy could craft
the art of contentment;
that breaking beyond winter
to spring’s hustling charms
would teach me of solitude—
instill a crisp propensity
for suppression again
Spring is cursory—
a budding headdress only
for those that cannot observe
beyond outward beauty;
who swallow, eventually ...
#winter
#metaphor
#LouiseGluck #earth
#LouiseGluck #earth
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30 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Jan 2020 6:19pm
1st Jan 2020 6:19pm
Wintertide Metaphor
( after Louise Glück )
How was I to know
dormancy could craft
the art of contentment;
that breaking beyond winter
to spring’s hustling charms
would teach me of solitude—
instill a crisp propensity
for suppression again
Spring is cursory—
a budding headdress only
for those that cannot observe
beyond outward beauty;
who swallow, eventually ...
How was I to know
dormancy could craft
the art of contentment;
that breaking beyond winter
to spring’s hustling charms
would teach me of solitude—
instill a crisp propensity
for suppression again
Spring is cursory—
a budding headdress only
for those that cannot observe
beyond outward beauty;
who swallow, eventually ...
#winter
#metaphor
#LouiseGluck #earth
#LouiseGluck #earth
1103 reads
30 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Jan 2020 6:19pm
1st Jan 2020 6:19pm
Wintertide Metaphor
( after Louise Glück )
How was I to know
dormancy could craft
the art of contentment;
that breaking beyond winter
to spring’s hustling charms
would teach me of solitude—
instill a crisp propensity
for suppression again
Spring is cursory—
a budding headdress only
for those that cannot observe
beyond outward beauty;
who swallow, eventually ...
How was I to know
dormancy could craft
the art of contentment;
that breaking beyond winter
to spring’s hustling charms
would teach me of solitude—
instill a crisp propensity
for suppression again
Spring is cursory—
a budding headdress only
for those that cannot observe
beyond outward beauty;
who swallow, eventually ...
#winter
#metaphor
#LouiseGluck #earth
#LouiseGluck #earth
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30 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 00:12am
27th Jan 2020 00:12am
Afterthought (Inspired by Louise Glück)
The blank pages and canvas in front of me
Remain barren and empty. Why? Maybe
I no longer feel any of the inspiration and
blood flowing through my veins like they
once did before. Maybe my voice chose
to give out. All I can do is hope for the rose
to start blooming again and for a miracle
to take me back to the empty roads where
I felt most at home. Even the changes in
scenery did not ease my mind anymore.
All I can think about is the world that tears
apart at the seams. But no one seems to
care about the darkness...
Remain barren and empty. Why? Maybe
I no longer feel any of the inspiration and
blood flowing through my veins like they
once did before. Maybe my voice chose
to give out. All I can do is hope for the rose
to start blooming again and for a miracle
to take me back to the empty roads where
I felt most at home. Even the changes in
scenery did not ease my mind anymore.
All I can think about is the world that tears
apart at the seams. But no one seems to
care about the darkness...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#LouiseGluck
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6 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 00:12am
27th Jan 2020 00:12am
Afterthought (Inspired by Louise Glück)
The blank pages and canvas in front of me
Remain barren and empty. Why? Maybe
I no longer feel any of the inspiration and
blood flowing through my veins like they
once did before. Maybe my voice chose
to give out. All I can do is hope for the rose
to start blooming again and for a miracle
to take me back to the empty roads where
I felt most at home. Even the changes in
scenery did not ease my mind anymore.
All I can think about is the world that tears
apart at the seams. But no one seems to
care about the darkness...
Remain barren and empty. Why? Maybe
I no longer feel any of the inspiration and
blood flowing through my veins like they
once did before. Maybe my voice chose
to give out. All I can do is hope for the rose
to start blooming again and for a miracle
to take me back to the empty roads where
I felt most at home. Even the changes in
scenery did not ease my mind anymore.
All I can think about is the world that tears
apart at the seams. But no one seems to
care about the darkness...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#LouiseGluck
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6 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 00:12am
27th Jan 2020 00:12am
Afterthought (Inspired by Louise Glück)
The blank pages and canvas in front of me
Remain barren and empty. Why? Maybe
I no longer feel any of the inspiration and
blood flowing through my veins like they
once did before. Maybe my voice chose
to give out. All I can do is hope for the rose
to start blooming again and for a miracle
to take me back to the empty roads where
I felt most at home. Even the changes in
scenery did not ease my mind anymore.
All I can think about is the world that tears
apart at the seams. But no one seems to
care about the darkness...
Remain barren and empty. Why? Maybe
I no longer feel any of the inspiration and
blood flowing through my veins like they
once did before. Maybe my voice chose
to give out. All I can do is hope for the rose
to start blooming again and for a miracle
to take me back to the empty roads where
I felt most at home. Even the changes in
scenery did not ease my mind anymore.
All I can think about is the world that tears
apart at the seams. But no one seems to
care about the darkness...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#LouiseGluck
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6 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2020 9:12am
3rd Feb 2020 9:12am
Mounted on brightened wings
How wish we, have that grace in common
in meadow with its vista mapped
see and feel its sway
the heady rush of pollen
the heart uncapped, the keg now tapped
That upward rush under the wing
spirit like Lovage; cloy on the teeth
with herbs, liven the palate with every sip
from its chrysalis then break free
A swish, its fashioned delicacy
to flutter, as notes upon a stave
that free spirit trace
like imagination's, dance upon...
in meadow with its vista mapped
see and feel its sway
the heady rush of pollen
the heart uncapped, the keg now tapped
That upward rush under the wing
spirit like Lovage; cloy on the teeth
with herbs, liven the palate with every sip
from its chrysalis then break free
A swish, its fashioned delicacy
to flutter, as notes upon a stave
that free spirit trace
like imagination's, dance upon...
#nature
#LouiseGluck
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slipalong
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2020 9:12am
3rd Feb 2020 9:12am
Mounted on brightened wings
How wish we, have that grace in common
in meadow with its vista mapped
see and feel its sway
the heady rush of pollen
the heart uncapped, the keg now tapped
That upward rush under the wing
spirit like Lovage; cloy on the teeth
with herbs, liven the palate with every sip
from its chrysalis then break free
A swish, its fashioned delicacy
to flutter, as notes upon a stave
that free spirit trace
like imagination's, dance upon...
in meadow with its vista mapped
see and feel its sway
the heady rush of pollen
the heart uncapped, the keg now tapped
That upward rush under the wing
spirit like Lovage; cloy on the teeth
with herbs, liven the palate with every sip
from its chrysalis then break free
A swish, its fashioned delicacy
to flutter, as notes upon a stave
that free spirit trace
like imagination's, dance upon...
#nature
#LouiseGluck
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3 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 10:44pm
17th Jan 2020 10:44pm
Too-Soon
You may “stop all the clocks”
as many times as you wish
and Death will not be impressed.
With Time on his side
Death sneers at the turning of gears,
laughs at swinging pendulums,
yawns bored at chains with weights
and the tick … tock … tick … tock …
is no more than white noise
promising eternal continuance
of Death’s 100% success rate.
She died before her time,
sieved by helplessness.
The rational mind gives poor answers to this mystery
and a truer bigger picture
lies...
as many times as you wish
and Death will not be impressed.
With Time on his side
Death sneers at the turning of gears,
laughs at swinging pendulums,
yawns bored at chains with weights
and the tick … tock … tick … tock …
is no more than white noise
promising eternal continuance
of Death’s 100% success rate.
She died before her time,
sieved by helplessness.
The rational mind gives poor answers to this mystery
and a truer bigger picture
lies...
#death
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife #LouiseGluck
#TruthOfLife #LouiseGluck
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