Poems Inspired by William Butler Yeats
#WilliamButlerYeats
Poems inspired by Irish poet and writer William Butler Yeats. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in poems and writing by William Butler Yeats. Along with poems about Yeats himself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Aug 2021 8:45am
1st Aug 2021 8:45am
Poetry...After Midnight
The clock strikes twelve and I spring up to write
Poetry after midnight –
Which seems like a symbolic and elaborate rite
As if being anointed by the muse.
And while sleep has alluded me
I can feel my thoughts begin to take flight,
The verses spread their wings like birds
And fly off into the dark in herds
Causing my heart to have a rebellious stir
When the dream seems to be devoid of light.
And that is how I have come to use
An accord of concrete and abstract words
Composing poems for an anthology
That takes me late into the...
Poetry after midnight –
Which seems like a symbolic and elaborate rite
As if being anointed by the muse.
And while sleep has alluded me
I can feel my thoughts begin to take flight,
The verses spread their wings like birds
And fly off into the dark in herds
Causing my heart to have a rebellious stir
When the dream seems to be devoid of light.
And that is how I have come to use
An accord of concrete and abstract words
Composing poems for an anthology
That takes me late into the...
#inspirational
#insomnia
#WritingPoetry #WilliamButlerYeats
#WritingPoetry #WilliamButlerYeats
386 reads
8 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
5th Jul 2021 3:42am
5th Jul 2021 3:42am
When I Am Gone
( After William Butler Yeats
for WH Auden )
When I am gone, euthanized by days' end,
My physical housing no longer apt;
And you, by water's edge, grieving, enrapt
Of moments, lingering as perfumed skin;
Eyes reflect greyish waters of the stream,
with teeth, white as river rock, sun-bleached
Atop the sandy current's countenance;
Flaxen hair, as sea grass in a marine,
Waving; and amid the reflection see
A clear resemblance: features that are yours,
Drifting within...
for WH Auden )
When I am gone, euthanized by days' end,
My physical housing no longer apt;
And you, by water's edge, grieving, enrapt
Of moments, lingering as perfumed skin;
Eyes reflect greyish waters of the stream,
with teeth, white as river rock, sun-bleached
Atop the sandy current's countenance;
Flaxen hair, as sea grass in a marine,
Waving; and amid the reflection see
A clear resemblance: features that are yours,
Drifting within...
#love
#grief
#death
#WilliamButlerYeats
#WHAuden
679 reads
29 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
9th Jan 2021 5:13am
9th Jan 2021 5:13am
The New Faces (Old To New)
From old to new did mankind pass,
shedding all the woes gone past;
longing for what they once knew,
breaking down what lay askew.
In setting fire to yesterday's ills
and hoping fate will fortune spill;
we give our lives new meaning, yet
spare ourselves from all regret.
But what did we, in sanity renew --
our fate not lost: how we so grew;
leading ever towards a place
would not today recall its face.
And in that face a ghostly air
to trick the watch; in time repair ...
shedding all the woes gone past;
longing for what they once knew,
breaking down what lay askew.
In setting fire to yesterday's ills
and hoping fate will fortune spill;
we give our lives new meaning, yet
spare ourselves from all regret.
But what did we, in sanity renew --
our fate not lost: how we so grew;
leading ever towards a place
would not today recall its face.
And in that face a ghostly air
to trick the watch; in time repair ...
#aging
#WilliamButlerYeats
#NewYear
425 reads
15 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
30th Sep 2020 6:55am
30th Sep 2020 6:55am
Wings
I’ll give this poem some wings,
So it may go forward to another day,
So that it flies away when I pray,
Resonating like notes on strings.
But I’m afraid that in what I write,
Someone might just shoot it down,
Because when words are lost in flight,
The message will never come to light.
But I’ll redo and the next time around,
The verses will crawl out at night.
So it may go forward to another day,
So that it flies away when I pray,
Resonating like notes on strings.
But I’m afraid that in what I write,
Someone might just shoot it down,
Because when words are lost in flight,
The message will never come to light.
But I’ll redo and the next time around,
The verses will crawl out at night.
#politics
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #WilliamButlerYeats
#WritingPoetry #WilliamButlerYeats
556 reads
4 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
30th Sep 2020 5:49am
30th Sep 2020 5:49am
Dilemma Of Man
...Surely there are men who have made their art
out of no tragic war ...
Those men that in their writings are most wise
own nothing but their blind, stupified hearts'.
-William Butler Yeats
A man had walked within a creed
Holding hands as mercy bled;
Every known within a seed
Unshelled as such to earthen bed.
Sweet within his concept lie
Her temperaments for his reply;
A man removed from sustenance
Is never brought from countenance.
Timorous, that chaff of...
out of no tragic war ...
Those men that in their writings are most wise
own nothing but their blind, stupified hearts'.
-William Butler Yeats
A man had walked within a creed
Holding hands as mercy bled;
Every known within a seed
Unshelled as such to earthen bed.
Sweet within his concept lie
Her temperaments for his reply;
A man removed from sustenance
Is never brought from countenance.
Timorous, that chaff of...
#love
#God
#WilliamButlerYeats
433 reads
15 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
29th Sep 2020 5:13am
29th Sep 2020 5:13am
She, In Heaven
How each step for her was light
Whence she stood bathed in night;
Sorrow worn hast cast away
All its trappings gone by day.
An odyssey did she endure
Given to song sung long and pure;
Her agonies bled to greenest floor
Escaping among her paramours.
Around her feet unbinds a wish
Along a sweet unwinding tryst;
She in angel's arms enwrapped,
Eyes meet Heaven's golden cast.
Now, in the 'morrow too will rise,
She, no more a man's prize;
But carried in a wayward gauze,
His silken dreams on which to pause.
...
Whence she stood bathed in night;
Sorrow worn hast cast away
All its trappings gone by day.
An odyssey did she endure
Given to song sung long and pure;
Her agonies bled to greenest floor
Escaping among her paramours.
Around her feet unbinds a wish
Along a sweet unwinding tryst;
She in angel's arms enwrapped,
Eyes meet Heaven's golden cast.
Now, in the 'morrow too will rise,
She, no more a man's prize;
But carried in a wayward gauze,
His silken dreams on which to pause.
...
#women
#death
#heaven #WilliamButlerYeats
#heaven #WilliamButlerYeats
685 reads
2 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 11:57am
20th Sep 2020 11:57am
milkstone and pumice
visual for Yeats cc comp
#environment
#pollution
#God
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WilliamButlerYeats
549 reads
6 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 9:09pm
15th Sep 2020 9:09pm
gentle in sweet meat
visual for cc comp.
#nature
#confessional
#WilliamButlerYeats
925 reads
18 Comments
Darkpoetria
Poem Published
10th Sep 2020 11:58pm
10th Sep 2020 11:58pm
A place most requisite
This much craved solace of a place, sought to alone the fight on fields of mentality's wars thought to break me, I love.
Hurts breeding with anger remedied, comforts the easing of mind as one in witness to the flight of sun shown in good omen through wings of a dove.
Falling armor weightless into it's feathered tales weaved not so false and far, whereby my descending skeleton is broken upon it's peace.
Nestled and rested mindings coils in sanctity, hidden and unnoticed in my return to innocence warmed beneath the earned grays safe in it's weathered...
Hurts breeding with anger remedied, comforts the easing of mind as one in witness to the flight of sun shown in good omen through wings of a dove.
Falling armor weightless into it's feathered tales weaved not so false and far, whereby my descending skeleton is broken upon it's peace.
Nestled and rested mindings coils in sanctity, hidden and unnoticed in my return to innocence warmed beneath the earned grays safe in it's weathered...
#MentalHealth
#myself
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#WilliamButlerYeats
486 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
9th Sep 2020 2:36pm
9th Sep 2020 2:36pm
The Magi
( After William Butler Yeats )
Traversing the sky's open arms
Seekers arrive from afar—
Lugging coffers of golden charms
Toward that yonder star
Wealthy cities hold no allure
For those with vacant hearts—
Nor treasury's worth reassure
Happiness shan't depart
Yet for promised kingdom yon
They'll don their thorny crowns—
Exchange all wealth for answers sought
On Golgotha's bloody mound
~
Traversing the sky's open arms
Seekers arrive from afar—
Lugging coffers of golden charms
Toward that yonder star
Wealthy cities hold no allure
For those with vacant hearts—
Nor treasury's worth reassure
Happiness shan't depart
Yet for promised kingdom yon
They'll don their thorny crowns—
Exchange all wealth for answers sought
On Golgotha's bloody mound
~
#religion
#spiritual
#WilliamButlerYeats #philosophical
#WilliamButlerYeats #philosophical
762 reads
16 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 10:33am
4th Sep 2020 10:33am
A posy of lavender
Come rescue me, find in me a troubadour
a verse upon the strings of lute
an apparition rise and be disposed
and clothed so pure without dispute
The gilded lark to reach her ear
and carry my proposal in its beak
just for love, lovelorn in despair
lavender its power so unique
Vain hope to clutch at empty straw
will she grasp the posy that I toss
the beating heart wings so it soars
or will the shutter close, and all be loss
Hold the herbs of love close to her nose
in frame and glass its picture...
a verse upon the strings of lute
an apparition rise and be disposed
and clothed so pure without dispute
The gilded lark to reach her ear
and carry my proposal in its beak
just for love, lovelorn in despair
lavender its power so unique
Vain hope to clutch at empty straw
will she grasp the posy that I toss
the beating heart wings so it soars
or will the shutter close, and all be loss
Hold the herbs of love close to her nose
in frame and glass its picture...
#FallingInLove
#WilliamButlerYeats
467 reads
7 Comments
anvinvil
Anvillan
Anvillan
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2020 1:22pm
3rd Sep 2020 1:22pm
The Player Queen
A mothers love can weave a dream
of stars and futures fine.
A hope that’s heaven sent but
resolve that’s based in time.
Alone she sat, abandoned flat
though smiled through all the pain .
Her hopes for me wove a cloak
that ringed my infant heart.
The dream she dreamed for me
was fantasy and profound. But mothers
thoughts of future wonders for
newborns know no bounds.
When left with child a sadness rose
though tears that fell were joy.
They quenched my thirst and
bathed my soul against...
of stars and futures fine.
A hope that’s heaven sent but
resolve that’s based in time.
Alone she sat, abandoned flat
though smiled through all the pain .
Her hopes for me wove a cloak
that ringed my infant heart.
The dream she dreamed for me
was fantasy and profound. But mothers
thoughts of future wonders for
newborns know no bounds.
When left with child a sadness rose
though tears that fell were joy.
They quenched my thirst and
bathed my soul against...
#LifeStruggles
#WilliamButlerYeats
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