Long Poems on Mary Oliver
#MaryOliver
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
729 reads
6 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2019 4:27am
22nd Dec 2019 4:27am
Bird Of Winter
A bird of Winter never leaves,
but remains behind
among the trees.
All the others far have flown
to winter Edens in
temperate zones.
I cannot see, but only hear,
my eyes stung with
crispest air
and whitest sky against grey limbs
twisted above
alone and slim.
The joyful bird echoes melodic notes
it's whitest wings
spread out as it floats
and lifts from one...
but remains behind
among the trees.
All the others far have flown
to winter Edens in
temperate zones.
I cannot see, but only hear,
my eyes stung with
crispest air
and whitest sky against grey limbs
twisted above
alone and slim.
The joyful bird echoes melodic notes
it's whitest wings
spread out as it floats
and lifts from one...
#trees
#birds
#winter
#nature
#MaryOliver
780 reads
17 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
9th May 2019 5:23am
9th May 2019 5:23am
Winter
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone’
-Goethe
1
The crisp top of each wave
knows Winter as it breaches the wind.
The birds shorten their bodies to it,
ruffling in the breeze where they stand
and the low Sun knows it too;
it sinks a glowing amber disk
surrounded by grey sky.
The land is patched in whitest snow
peppered in browned and grey foliage.
2
How do I know Winter?
She comes to me at night
in light too dim to see. ...
-Goethe
1
The crisp top of each wave
knows Winter as it breaches the wind.
The birds shorten their bodies to it,
ruffling in the breeze where they stand
and the low Sun knows it too;
it sinks a glowing amber disk
surrounded by grey sky.
The land is patched in whitest snow
peppered in browned and grey foliage.
2
How do I know Winter?
She comes to me at night
in light too dim to see. ...
#winter
#nature
#LifeCycle
#MaryOliver
#NaPoWriMo2019
725 reads
6 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2019 2:03am
23rd Jan 2019 2:03am
The Journey (After Mary Oliver)
The journey starts with one small step. It is one step into the world
Where the tides and waves all rush to meet at your feet as you walk
In the sand on the beach’s shoreline, following endless words curled
On forgotten pages. Above all the endless noise, chatter and the talk
Of those around you is where you begin to find your bearings. It is
When you see the stars and you are away from the advice of a hawk
You find your voice. You want someone else to come fix and un-fizz
Your life like the aftermath of a chaotic storm or glass of champagne, ...
Where the tides and waves all rush to meet at your feet as you walk
In the sand on the beach’s shoreline, following endless words curled
On forgotten pages. Above all the endless noise, chatter and the talk
Of those around you is where you begin to find your bearings. It is
When you see the stars and you are away from the advice of a hawk
You find your voice. You want someone else to come fix and un-fizz
Your life like the aftermath of a chaotic storm or glass of champagne, ...
#TruthOfLife
#SelfDiscovery
#MaryOliver
747 reads
14 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 11:27pm
18th Jan 2019 11:27pm
Wild Geese (God Gave Her Wings)
Hello, Sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields.
Watch, now, how I start the day
In happiness, in kindness.'
-Mary Oliver
.....
‘Tell me, how will you be fearless and improbable
and beautiful, how will you become wise..’
(She asked this of the sunrise)
‘I will write upon awakening in the early morning mist..’,
she, to self replied.
‘And I want to grow wings, I want to learn to fly..’, ...
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields.
Watch, now, how I start the day
In happiness, in kindness.'
-Mary Oliver
.....
‘Tell me, how will you be fearless and improbable
and beautiful, how will you become wise..’
(She asked this of the sunrise)
‘I will write upon awakening in the early morning mist..’,
she, to self replied.
‘And I want to grow wings, I want to learn to fly..’, ...
#nature
#spiritual
#MaryOliver
843 reads
6 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 11:25pm
18th Jan 2019 11:25pm
When Death Comes (Off Provincetown)
The whale turned over in the spray of her own breath
nearer to shore where the water broke among the shoals.
It was a caressing in those undercurrents; a lulling into a reacquaintance
to whom she had once belonged, so to whom would she return
for she had never left her place of swimming to or away from
all she belonged to and was sister to.
And, the beach was as much her home as ever, even now
as she approached it, gulls flapping around emerging rock.
The sea is louder here, she thought, the waves more turbulent
in these ever...
nearer to shore where the water broke among the shoals.
It was a caressing in those undercurrents; a lulling into a reacquaintance
to whom she had once belonged, so to whom would she return
for she had never left her place of swimming to or away from
all she belonged to and was sister to.
And, the beach was as much her home as ever, even now
as she approached it, gulls flapping around emerging rock.
The sea is louder here, she thought, the waves more turbulent
in these ever...
#death
#sea
#beach
#LifeCycle
#MaryOliver
626 reads
8 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th Jan 2019 9:09pm
12th Jan 2019 9:09pm
The Journey ( Resumed – After Mary Oliver )
It never began but resumed
on some lackadaisical day
when you least expected joy
amid the everyday mundane—
or, maybe it was an extraordinary
moment orchestrated by love
activating clarity of intuition
subcutaneously dormant within you;
a minute idea-like mammal
etching its way blindly
through hallowed cavities
of your solar plexus—
...
on some lackadaisical day
when you least expected joy
amid the everyday mundane—
or, maybe it was an extraordinary
moment orchestrated by love
activating clarity of intuition
subcutaneously dormant within you;
a minute idea-like mammal
etching its way blindly
through hallowed cavities
of your solar plexus—
...
#universe
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#MaryOliver
865 reads
4 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
9th Jan 2019 10:29pm
9th Jan 2019 10:29pm
Omnipotent Journey
Is it age that has me turn aside,
to think twice because the
turmoil in my life is nothing new.
This time around it’s
different news or seems to be,
though bitter onslaught’ chill
and words are all the same.
Before I’m overwhelmed
this time, I know what I must do,
and I won’t be alone.
From those who try to hold me back
with lists they need for me to fill.
From shouts that try to blame their
wants and woes so hard it seems
the earth will free-fall from its spin
— I soon...
to think twice because the
turmoil in my life is nothing new.
This time around it’s
different news or seems to be,
though bitter onslaught’ chill
and words are all the same.
Before I’m overwhelmed
this time, I know what I must do,
and I won’t be alone.
From those who try to hold me back
with lists they need for me to fill.
From shouts that try to blame their
wants and woes so hard it seems
the earth will free-fall from its spin
— I soon...
#forest
#winter
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#MaryOliver
632 reads
7 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
31st Dec 2018 1:05am
31st Dec 2018 1:05am
The Collector
1.
Unusual, in the distance, stillness
beneath a hanging
wispy algae as it waves
a flag. The pelican
whittled down
to its base form. Stark, stranded, smooth-
an orange beak
like a bird of paradise and I sought heaven
in your duplicity, in your triplicity,
in your multitudes, a million
lights emerge
as static on the sea, I did not see it.
I believe wishes come
2.
from the wing bone. Funny,
life is not a stranger, but death is....
Unusual, in the distance, stillness
beneath a hanging
wispy algae as it waves
a flag. The pelican
whittled down
to its base form. Stark, stranded, smooth-
an orange beak
like a bird of paradise and I sought heaven
in your duplicity, in your triplicity,
in your multitudes, a million
lights emerge
as static on the sea, I did not see it.
I believe wishes come
2.
from the wing bone. Funny,
life is not a stranger, but death is....
#birds
#morality
#dreams
#sea
#MaryOliver
29 reads
28 Comments
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