Poems About William Butler Yeats Seeking Honest Critique
#WilliamButlerYeats
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
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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
681 reads
29 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
559 reads
4 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
550 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
488 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
767 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
472 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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0 Comments
anvinvil
Anvillan
Anvillan
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2020 10:49am
3rd Sep 2020 10:49am
The Young Mans Song
I question myself, am I fit to love
does love indeed fit in me?
The question floods my mind
with answers not forthcoming.
Love’s not found unless love is sought.
Search the world for that princess true
Your fate, her fate become one fate.
Love is such a winding path, through
times both good and bad, it’s
course unknown, the direction blind.
But begin I must, begin in this
adolescent fog to feel my way
for certainty that comes with love.
and perhaps answer my own
question of why. And how?
does love indeed fit in me?
The question floods my mind
with answers not forthcoming.
Love’s not found unless love is sought.
Search the world for that princess true
Your fate, her fate become one fate.
Love is such a winding path, through
times both good and bad, it’s
course unknown, the direction blind.
But begin I must, begin in this
adolescent fog to feel my way
for certainty that comes with love.
and perhaps answer my own
question of why. And how?
#LifeGoals
#WilliamButlerYeats
427 reads
2 Comments
JWLEE
Poem Published
6th Jul 2019 00:42am
6th Jul 2019 00:42am
William Butler Yeats In Jeans
I will return,
as some brambly fiend towards Bethlehem,
to
this as I know it
To the words
The art
To my freakself
An internal dream
of self recognition
I can no longer attempt
these pretensions of a person
left long ago
behind
I never really was
Never known
Never lived
Just another internal dream
with a nightmare monologue
and none of the recognition
I will return to the freewild
exuberance
unhinged & unhemmed
uninterrupted & uninhibited
& unhip ...
as some brambly fiend towards Bethlehem,
to
this as I know it
To the words
The art
To my freakself
An internal dream
of self recognition
I can no longer attempt
these pretensions of a person
left long ago
behind
I never really was
Never known
Never lived
Just another internal dream
with a nightmare monologue
and none of the recognition
I will return to the freewild
exuberance
unhinged & unhemmed
uninterrupted & uninhibited
& unhip ...
#TruthOfLife
#WilliamButlerYeats
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