#oscarwilde
Oh how it once dreamt of flying high in Egypt
Flying amongst glistening golden sand
Soaring with it's flock
All together, holding hands
Until it found a prince,
Called happy but tears fell
He saw the pain that no one felt
So it stayed and helped.
Moved as a messenger
Chose death and frost
Over enjoyment and warmth in winter
A bird's sacrifice,
A spark of hope, that never hindered.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 3:03 AM UTC
A heart of lead
Couldn't beat
Couldn't feel
Wasn't worthy without it's precious
Yet it beat for poor, that no one saw
It felt for the weak, that no one heard
It gave away all it's shine, for ones unknown
Stripping away sapphires, rubies, gold
It's actual worth was shone.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 3:01 AM UTC
under the section of old classics,
I opened a page of Oscar Wilde,
and there slipt my thumb, outwardly,
it said with fear, "read first the basics."
"why?" asked I, "what horror hath seen thee?"
pale turned it's nail, and it spoke weakly -
"Lines, six hundred, and six less to sixty ."
"Ah" , said I "t'was the gaol reader's ballad ."
and thus ran we both, as scared as a mallard.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 9:10 AM UTC
I sat beneath a withered tree,
A little swallow on the rock beside,
Eyes gloomy and wings ducked,
Whispered with a silent reflection,
I am not made for the world.
The swallow noticed me,
With a little effort said to me,
Hey, human you are so fragile,
So fragile, to avoid us,
Even the tree shed because of you.
Listen, dear swallow of sky,
Why do you rest here ?
Deepened in despair and grief,
What has happened?
Put off the weight your little wings carry.
I have seen the miseries, swallow said,
This earth curtains it,
With all the might but at last,
It is revealed after a hunt,
All the heartbroken gems and jewels.
The swallow continued in sorrow,
This globe is going in ruins,
You can even notice it,
All because of what you’ve done,
That only you can restore it.
Notice the nature, the seas,
The skies, the grounds,
The society, the energies you live in,
All will vanish one day,
Not now, but someday.
Tell me human,
Are you all black hearted ?
Or am I black eyed ?
All I have seen this far,
Coincidences or consequences?
I replied calmly and gently,
With all tears in my eyes,
Dear swallow, fly from here,
In all the years I have aged,
Is not even close to reply you,
Fly back to ‘The Happy Prince’,
He is ready to answer you.
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 1:02 PM UTC
Darling clever Oscar Wilde
that Enfant terrible
a rebellious child
he was pretty
and very witty
and yes he was gay
it's a shame we couldn't accept him that way
Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 4:26 AM UTC
Və hər kəs öldürür öz sevdiyini,
Qoy hamı dinləsin məni diqqətlə,
Kimi acı baxışla başlayar bunu,
Kimi yalan-yaltaq sözləri ilə.
Qorxaqlar öpüşlə məhv edər onu,
Cəsurlarsa qılınc zərbələriylə.
Kimi gənckən öldürür sevdiklərini,
Yaşlı vaxtlarında öldürən də var.
Kimi qurban verər öz şəhvətinə,
Kimi qır-qızılla onu soldurar.
İnsaflısı bıçaq alar əlinə!
Kəsdiyi tez ölər, tez də soyuyar.
Kimi çox az sevər, kimisi lap çox,
Kimi satar onu, alar başqası.
Kimi gözyaşına boğulub edir,
Kimi uf da deməz, saxlamaz yası.
Sevdiyini çünki hər kəs öldürür,
Amma hər öldürən çəkməz cəzasın!
Nov 9, 2022
Nov 9, 2022 at 5:00 AM UTC
Under an old display of neon lights
two gilded exteriors meet.
Their gold needs to melt
and the lead core bared.
Wilde's prince's lead core didn't melt,
so won't their austere cores.
Their gold melted in the neon haze,
but didn't have the heart
to see their leaden heart
in the bright of the day.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
I would wonder if there be
A hidden portrait there of thee
Which bears thy sin and guilt and shame
While outwardly, thou art the same.
If this not be, then let me write
A poem to bring this all to light.
Let these immortal words then be
That true and twisted sight of thee.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
I never saw a man who looked
with such a wistful eye
upon that little tent of blue
which prisoners called the sky,
and at every drifting cloud that went
with sails of sliver by.
I walked, with other souls in pain,
within another ring,
and was wondering if the man had done
a great or a little thing,
when a voice behind me said,
"The man's got to swing"
For he did not wear scarlet
nor did he speak of it,
for blood and wine were red
and so was the color on his bed.
He looked upon the garish day
with such a wistful eye;
the man had killed the thing he loved,
and so he had to die.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 4:55 AM UTC
My pockets hold coarse wisdom stones
that have yet to be eroded and known.
No deed has been done with many tears,
and my matter has yet to turn gray.
I have nothing but stripped circles
wrapped snug around no-sleep eyes
I may be young and unknowing,
but I'd hold scotch tape over ****** rivers
for you, forever, for love.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
you shoud give in to temptation, at least that is what wilde tells us. but if you do, if you allow your soul's deepest wish to come true, dont you just give room for more? more to wish for more to hope for? is that really any better than keeping a temptation?
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
Trying to feel all at once
I ended up
Feeling nothing
At all
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
Oscar Wilde once said something about death that i can no longer remember, but I know it was beautiful.
it had something to do with how there’s no more today or tomorrow.
how time becomes irrelevant
there is no more past
there is no more future
it’s just you
the wildflowers
and the soft spring breeze
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
What happened to the dandies
Those gentlemen of the grandest Culture
Destroyers of dreaded boundaries
Mockers of meaningless morality
Inquisitors of a profound lack of imagination
Guardians of good taste
Messengers of modernity
What happened to those 19th century hipsters
Who so gracefully dissected Society
And whose wit and wisdom
Shook the foundations
Of mainstream hypocrisy
Of inept intellectualism
And lamentable lies
We are in dire need of retrieving
The lost art of being a dandy
To shake the foundations once more
And to revoke the righteous rage
Of the cultural creed
To set society aflame
With wit and wisdom
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
To Love
Oneself
Is The
Beginning
Of A
Lifelong
Romance
~Oscar Wilde
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
My dear boy, the people who love only once in their lives are the really shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either lethargy of a custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect- simply a confession of failure.
Lord Henry Wotton
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look.
Lord Henry Wotton
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC