"antholgy" poems
"She writes poetry out of every little thing in life,
From silly chats to ramdom smiles,
She evaluates every little emotion inside of people's heart,
And then composes lovely antholgy of harmonies,
She spills magical tea every where she goes,
Leaving behind the traces of her ingratiatory existence,
She turns everything, that she kisses, into a masterpiece,
And whispers like the thumbelina;
"You're beautiful" in every single aching ear,
She smells like fair roses;
So pure, dreamy, elusive and rare,
You'll confess the charisma too
Once you see it yourself;
That she's a true enchantress, savior, heroine
And most of all, a living poem herself."
~ fvtimvh18
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
Hmm?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCLXXVIII)
Not Main's antholgy, nor as wont fr'intents
MY sanctum, that dear "corner" I'd avail
Me of for reading ancient poets' tale
Of what was then and beckons too for sense
To aught who'd listen, no. Yet ah, from hence
Lo, Francis Palgrave"s auld collection--hale
With their sweet flavour--whom Main refrenced--bail
For blackest coffee til mine eyes saw...whence?
Haha. Well, children, like the Scriptures fer
All that declare: yes, nothing, nothing's new.
O! which sweet courtier inked the tale men cure
This "modern" day with, moaning folly to
The tune of "girls are fickle!" which in poor
Scuse Jane, um, Austen cried false? Say we knew.
30Jan19c
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC