Poems About William Butler Yeats Published by Members Recently Online
#WilliamButlerYeats
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
670 reads
29 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
670 reads
29 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
670 reads
29 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
670 reads
29 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
670 reads
29 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
460 reads
7 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
460 reads
7 Comments
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
380 reads
8 Comments
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
380 reads
8 Comments
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
380 reads
8 Comments
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
380 reads
8 Comments
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