Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
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Tis a moon-tinted primrose, with a wellOf trembling dew; in its soft atmosphere,A tiny whirlwind of sweet smells, doth swellA lady bird; and when no..
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
The Quiet Revolution
Innovation does not shout,It whispers softly all about.It bends the rules, it breaks the line,It turns a thought into design.Celebrate the quiet..
© National Creativity Day
Hands and Heart
Hands that build and hearts that dream,Create more than the eye can seem.A chair, a song, a simple phrase,Transforming ordinary days.Each act of..
© National Creativity Day
The Endless Room
Step inside the mind’s vast hall,Where nothing’s rigid, nothing small.Ideas float like whispered tunes,Dancing under unseen moons.National Creativity..
© National Creativity Day
Colors of the Mind
Not all art is painted bright,Not all songs are sung at night.Creativity hides in subtle ways,In quiet words and gentle praise.Celebrate the forms..
© National Creativity Day
Spark of Thought
A single idea lights the mind,A spark that dances, free, unlined.It twists and turns, then starts to grow,A seed of something none yet know.On this..
© National Creativity Day
Leaving the Hall
When doors close and evening comes,The echoes do not fade away.They travel with us through the streets,And shape the things we say.A museum visit..
© International Museum Day
Stillness Speaks
No rush inside these careful walls,Just stories resting, calm and deep.A sculpture waits, a portrait calls,For wandering minds to keep.The world..
© International Museum Day
Museum Light
Light falls softly on old stone,On brushstrokes, maps, and faded thread.Each object keeps a living breathOf lives once fully led.We walk through..
© International Museum Day
Glass and Time
Behind the glass, a fragile past,A cup, a crown, a letter worn.Someone held these long ago,In a different place, a different dawn.We stand and look..
© International Museum Day
Quiet Gallery
Soft footsteps on a polished floor,A painting waits behind its frame.Years and voices linger here,Though none remain the same.In silent halls the..
© International Museum Day
The Last Song Tonight
One more track before we sleep,One more chorus, low and kind.Music wraps around the darkAnd settles softly in the mind.When the world is hard to..
© World Music Day
Quiet Harmony
Not every song is loud or fast,Some are soft and meant to stay.They sit with us in silent roomsAnd help the heavy drift away.Music isn’t always..
© World Music Day
City Rhythm
Footsteps echo down the street,Engines hum a steady line.Somewhere through the evening airA distant guitar starts to shine.The city breathes in..
© World Music Day
Old Playlist
There’s a song for every year we’ve lived,For every road we chose or missed.Some remind us who we were,Some of moments gently kissed.We press “play”..
© World Music Day
After the Noise
When the day grows tired and long,And screens go dim, and streets grow slow,A quiet song begins to playInside the places we don’t show.Music knows..
© World Music Day
On The Death Of E. Waller, Esq.
How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring(Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering?I, who by Toils of Sickness, am becomeAlmost as near as thou art to a..
© Aphra Behn
A Congratulatory Poem
While my sad Muse the darkest Covert Sought,To give a loose to Melancholy Thought;Opprest, and sighing with the Heavy WeightOf an Unhappy dear Lov'd..
© Aphra Behn
Song From Abdelazar
Love in fantastic triumph sat,Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd,For whom fresh pains he did create,And strange tyrannic power he shew'd;From..
© Aphra Behn
Love Arm'd
Love in Fantastique Triumph satt,Whilst bleeding Hearts around him flow'd,For whom Fresh pains he did create,And strange Tryanic power he show'd;From..
© Aphra Behn
The Willing Mistress
Amyntas led me to a Grove,Where all the Trees did shade us;The Sun it self, though it had Strove,It could not have betray'd us:The place secur'd from..
© Aphra Behn
The Disappointment
1.One Day the Amarous Lisander,By an impatient Passion sway'd,Surpris'd fair Cloris, that lov'd Maid,Who cou'd defend her self no longer;All things..
© Aphra Behn
Song
Oh love! that stronger art than Wine,Pleasing Delusion, Witchery divine,Wont to be priz'd above all Wealth,Disease that has more Joys than..
© Aphra Behn
A Thousand Martyrs I Have Made
A thousand Martyrs I have made,All sacrific'd to my desire;A thousand Beauties have betray'd,That languish in resistless Fire.The untam'd Heart to..
© Aphra Behn
To The Fair Clarinda
Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title beToo weak, too Feminine for Nobler thee,Permit a Name that more Approaches Truth:And let me call thee, Lovely..
© Aphra Behn