Poems About Rita Dove Published by Members Recently Online
#RitaDove
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Nov 2020 7:48am
29th Nov 2020 7:48am
Breakfast at Wally's
The sun gets up later in winter
but in my bedroom, a light softly penetrates
through the blinds and curtains,
I think “should I go for a run?”
but I’m only half awake.
The house is quiet
it’s cold outside but the sounds
of birds and cars
are beginning to shape the day,
And I begin to get hungry.
While all my loves are still sleeping
I get the coffee started
I make the eggs and bacon
with a side of hash browns and I say to myself:
“Hey Dove, I’m the one who’s cooking!”
but in my bedroom, a light softly penetrates
through the blinds and curtains,
I think “should I go for a run?”
but I’m only half awake.
The house is quiet
it’s cold outside but the sounds
of birds and cars
are beginning to shape the day,
And I begin to get hungry.
While all my loves are still sleeping
I get the coffee started
I make the eggs and bacon
with a side of hash browns and I say to myself:
“Hey Dove, I’m the one who’s cooking!”
#happiness
#love
#family
#food
#RitaDove
524 reads
16 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Nov 2020 7:48am
29th Nov 2020 7:48am
Breakfast at Wally's
The sun gets up later in winter
but in my bedroom, a light softly penetrates
through the blinds and curtains,
I think “should I go for a run?”
but I’m only half awake.
The house is quiet
it’s cold outside but the sounds
of birds and cars
are beginning to shape the day,
And I begin to get hungry.
While all my loves are still sleeping
I get the coffee started
I make the eggs and bacon
with a side of hash browns and I say to myself:
“Hey Dove, I’m the one who’s cooking!”
but in my bedroom, a light softly penetrates
through the blinds and curtains,
I think “should I go for a run?”
but I’m only half awake.
The house is quiet
it’s cold outside but the sounds
of birds and cars
are beginning to shape the day,
And I begin to get hungry.
While all my loves are still sleeping
I get the coffee started
I make the eggs and bacon
with a side of hash browns and I say to myself:
“Hey Dove, I’m the one who’s cooking!”
#happiness
#love
#family
#food
#RitaDove
524 reads
16 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Nov 2020 7:48am
29th Nov 2020 7:48am
Breakfast at Wally's
The sun gets up later in winter
but in my bedroom, a light softly penetrates
through the blinds and curtains,
I think “should I go for a run?”
but I’m only half awake.
The house is quiet
it’s cold outside but the sounds
of birds and cars
are beginning to shape the day,
And I begin to get hungry.
While all my loves are still sleeping
I get the coffee started
I make the eggs and bacon
with a side of hash browns and I say to myself:
“Hey Dove, I’m the one who’s cooking!”
but in my bedroom, a light softly penetrates
through the blinds and curtains,
I think “should I go for a run?”
but I’m only half awake.
The house is quiet
it’s cold outside but the sounds
of birds and cars
are beginning to shape the day,
And I begin to get hungry.
While all my loves are still sleeping
I get the coffee started
I make the eggs and bacon
with a side of hash browns and I say to myself:
“Hey Dove, I’m the one who’s cooking!”
#happiness
#love
#family
#food
#RitaDove
524 reads
16 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Nov 2020 7:48am
29th Nov 2020 7:48am
Breakfast at Wally's
The sun gets up later in winter
but in my bedroom, a light softly penetrates
through the blinds and curtains,
I think “should I go for a run?”
but I’m only half awake.
The house is quiet
it’s cold outside but the sounds
of birds and cars
are beginning to shape the day,
And I begin to get hungry.
While all my loves are still sleeping
I get the coffee started
I make the eggs and bacon
with a side of hash browns and I say to myself:
“Hey Dove, I’m the one who’s cooking!”
but in my bedroom, a light softly penetrates
through the blinds and curtains,
I think “should I go for a run?”
but I’m only half awake.
The house is quiet
it’s cold outside but the sounds
of birds and cars
are beginning to shape the day,
And I begin to get hungry.
While all my loves are still sleeping
I get the coffee started
I make the eggs and bacon
with a side of hash browns and I say to myself:
“Hey Dove, I’m the one who’s cooking!”
#happiness
#love
#family
#food
#RitaDove
524 reads
16 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Nov 2020 7:48am
29th Nov 2020 7:48am
Breakfast at Wally's
The sun gets up later in winter
but in my bedroom, a light softly penetrates
through the blinds and curtains,
I think “should I go for a run?”
but I’m only half awake.
The house is quiet
it’s cold outside but the sounds
of birds and cars
are beginning to shape the day,
And I begin to get hungry.
While all my loves are still sleeping
I get the coffee started
I make the eggs and bacon
with a side of hash browns and I say to myself:
“Hey Dove, I’m the one who’s cooking!”
but in my bedroom, a light softly penetrates
through the blinds and curtains,
I think “should I go for a run?”
but I’m only half awake.
The house is quiet
it’s cold outside but the sounds
of birds and cars
are beginning to shape the day,
And I begin to get hungry.
While all my loves are still sleeping
I get the coffee started
I make the eggs and bacon
with a side of hash browns and I say to myself:
“Hey Dove, I’m the one who’s cooking!”
#happiness
#love
#family
#food
#RitaDove
524 reads
16 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
5th Nov 2020 7:49pm
5th Nov 2020 7:49pm
Theresienstadt Ghetto Symphony
( After Rita Dove )
Some played harmoniously
in the face of tragedy;
others, absurdly out of sync
regardless of advantages
Despite how we observe
or innately judge. . .
both inevitably belonged—
captive and guard
Inside each cavernous soul
exists a desire to complement
the mastery of music—
to be fondly remembered
a dedicated creator, or just part
of something greater—
as space between notes ...
Some played harmoniously
in the face of tragedy;
others, absurdly out of sync
regardless of advantages
Despite how we observe
or innately judge. . .
both inevitably belonged—
captive and guard
Inside each cavernous soul
exists a desire to complement
the mastery of music—
to be fondly remembered
a dedicated creator, or just part
of something greater—
as space between notes ...
#music
#WritingPoetry
#RitaDove
#war
#rebellion
746 reads
33 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
5th Nov 2020 7:49pm
5th Nov 2020 7:49pm
Theresienstadt Ghetto Symphony
( After Rita Dove )
Some played harmoniously
in the face of tragedy;
others, absurdly out of sync
regardless of advantages
Despite how we observe
or innately judge. . .
both inevitably belonged—
captive and guard
Inside each cavernous soul
exists a desire to complement
the mastery of music—
to be fondly remembered
a dedicated creator, or just part
of something greater—
as space between notes ...
Some played harmoniously
in the face of tragedy;
others, absurdly out of sync
regardless of advantages
Despite how we observe
or innately judge. . .
both inevitably belonged—
captive and guard
Inside each cavernous soul
exists a desire to complement
the mastery of music—
to be fondly remembered
a dedicated creator, or just part
of something greater—
as space between notes ...
#music
#WritingPoetry
#RitaDove
#war
#rebellion
746 reads
33 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
5th Nov 2020 7:49pm
5th Nov 2020 7:49pm
Theresienstadt Ghetto Symphony
( After Rita Dove )
Some played harmoniously
in the face of tragedy;
others, absurdly out of sync
regardless of advantages
Despite how we observe
or innately judge. . .
both inevitably belonged—
captive and guard
Inside each cavernous soul
exists a desire to complement
the mastery of music—
to be fondly remembered
a dedicated creator, or just part
of something greater—
as space between notes ...
Some played harmoniously
in the face of tragedy;
others, absurdly out of sync
regardless of advantages
Despite how we observe
or innately judge. . .
both inevitably belonged—
captive and guard
Inside each cavernous soul
exists a desire to complement
the mastery of music—
to be fondly remembered
a dedicated creator, or just part
of something greater—
as space between notes ...
#music
#WritingPoetry
#RitaDove
#war
#rebellion
746 reads
33 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
5th Nov 2020 7:49pm
5th Nov 2020 7:49pm
Theresienstadt Ghetto Symphony
( After Rita Dove )
Some played harmoniously
in the face of tragedy;
others, absurdly out of sync
regardless of advantages
Despite how we observe
or innately judge. . .
both inevitably belonged—
captive and guard
Inside each cavernous soul
exists a desire to complement
the mastery of music—
to be fondly remembered
a dedicated creator, or just part
of something greater—
as space between notes ...
Some played harmoniously
in the face of tragedy;
others, absurdly out of sync
regardless of advantages
Despite how we observe
or innately judge. . .
both inevitably belonged—
captive and guard
Inside each cavernous soul
exists a desire to complement
the mastery of music—
to be fondly remembered
a dedicated creator, or just part
of something greater—
as space between notes ...
#music
#WritingPoetry
#RitaDove
#war
#rebellion
746 reads
33 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
5th Nov 2020 7:49pm
5th Nov 2020 7:49pm
Theresienstadt Ghetto Symphony
( After Rita Dove )
Some played harmoniously
in the face of tragedy;
others, absurdly out of sync
regardless of advantages
Despite how we observe
or innately judge. . .
both inevitably belonged—
captive and guard
Inside each cavernous soul
exists a desire to complement
the mastery of music—
to be fondly remembered
a dedicated creator, or just part
of something greater—
as space between notes ...
Some played harmoniously
in the face of tragedy;
others, absurdly out of sync
regardless of advantages
Despite how we observe
or innately judge. . .
both inevitably belonged—
captive and guard
Inside each cavernous soul
exists a desire to complement
the mastery of music—
to be fondly remembered
a dedicated creator, or just part
of something greater—
as space between notes ...
#music
#WritingPoetry
#RitaDove
#war
#rebellion
746 reads
33 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
29th Jan 2021 11:41pm
29th Jan 2021 11:41pm
There Goes My Heart
Pitter patter
goes my heart
every time I see you.
Take what belongs
to you - the heart
moving with
every breath
and word spoken
So eloquently.
All I yearned for
was simplicity
and easiness.
The heart never
loses its shape
nor its color
as it never stops
its birdlike or drum
like consistency.
It never stops its
path to freedom.
goes my heart
every time I see you.
Take what belongs
to you - the heart
moving with
every breath
and word spoken
So eloquently.
All I yearned for
was simplicity
and easiness.
The heart never
loses its shape
nor its color
as it never stops
its birdlike or drum
like consistency.
It never stops its
path to freedom.
#freedom
#RitaDove
447 reads
5 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
29th Jan 2021 11:41pm
29th Jan 2021 11:41pm
There Goes My Heart
Pitter patter
goes my heart
every time I see you.
Take what belongs
to you - the heart
moving with
every breath
and word spoken
So eloquently.
All I yearned for
was simplicity
and easiness.
The heart never
loses its shape
nor its color
as it never stops
its birdlike or drum
like consistency.
It never stops its
path to freedom.
goes my heart
every time I see you.
Take what belongs
to you - the heart
moving with
every breath
and word spoken
So eloquently.
All I yearned for
was simplicity
and easiness.
The heart never
loses its shape
nor its color
as it never stops
its birdlike or drum
like consistency.
It never stops its
path to freedom.
#freedom
#RitaDove
447 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Rita Dove Published by Members Recently Online
#RitaDove is curated by Ahavati (Tams).
