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").
Halloween Party
By Kenn NesbittWe’re having a Halloween party at school.I’m dressed up like Dracula. Man, I look cool!I dyed my hair black, and I cut off my..
© Halloween Day
All Souls
By Michael CollierA few of us—Hillary Clinton, Vlad Dracula, Oprah Winfrey, and Trotsky—peer through the kitchen window at a raccoon..
© Halloween Day
The Pumpkin Tide
By Richard BrautiganI saw thousands of pumpkins last nightcome floating in on the tide,bumping up against the rocks androlling up on the beaches;it..
© Halloween Day
The Haunted House
By Felicia Dorothea HemansI seem like oneWho treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted,Whose lights are fled,Whose garlands dead, And all but me..
© Halloween Day
All Souls’ Night
By William Butler YeatsEpilogue to "A Vision"Midnight has come and the great Christ Church bellAnd many a lesser bell sound through the room;And it..
© Halloween Day
Halloween in the Anthropocene
By Karyna McGlynn& Memphis is out in Full Fang!Skeletons skip down our pitted streets.Whole families with matching hobo stippleroam..
© Halloween Day
Epitaph on General Gordon
WARRIOR of God, man's friend, and tyrant's foeNow somewhere dead far in the waste Soudan,Thou livest in all hearts, for all men knowThis earth has..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Merman
Who would beA merman bold,Sitting alone,Singing aloneUnder the sea,With a crown of gold,On a throne?I would be a merman bold,I would sit and sing the..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Blackbird
O blackbird! sing me something well:While all the neighbours shoot thee round,I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,Where thou may'st warble, eat..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Hark! The Dogs Howl!
Hark! the dogs howl! the sleetwinds blow,The church-clocks knoll: the hours haste,I leave the dreaming world below.Blown o'er frore heads of hills I..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
I Send You Here A Sort Of Allegory
I send you here a sort of allegory,(For you will understand it) of a soul,A sinful soul possess'd of many gifts,A spacious garden full of flowering..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The May Queen
YOU must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad new-year,—Of all the glad new-year..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lullaby
SWEET and low, sweet and low,Wind of the western sea,Low, low, breathe and blow,Wind of the western sea!Over the rolling waters go,Come from the..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Sailor Boy
He rose at dawn and, fired with hope,Shot o'er the seething harbour-bar,And reach'd the ship and caught the rope,And whistled to the morning star.And..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Tears Of Heaven
Heaven weeps above the earth all night till morn,In darkness weeps, as all ashamed to weep,Because the earth hath made her state forlornWith..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Two Voices
A still small voice spake unto me,"Thou art so full of misery,Were it not better not to be?"Then to the still small voice I said;"Let me not cast in..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Love and Sorrow
O maiden, fresher than the first green leafWith which the fearful springtide flecks the lea,Weep not, Almeida, that I said to theeThat thou hast half..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By Night We Linger'D On The Lawn
By night we linger'd on the lawn,For underfoot the herb was dry;And genial warmth; and o'er the skyThe silvery haze of summer drawn;And calm that let..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Northern Farmer: New Style
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy?Proputty, proputty, proputty--that's what I 'ears 'em saäy.Proputty, proputty, proputty--Sam..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Œnone
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelierThan all the valleys of Ionian hills.The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen,Puts forth an arm, and creeps from..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Last Tournament
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his moodHad made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round,At Camelot, high above the yellowing woods,Danced like a..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lxxxiii: Spring
Dip down upon the northern shore,O sweet new-year, delaying long;Thou doest expectant Nature wrong,Delaying long, delay no more.What stays thee from..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: Preface
Strong Son of God, immortal Love,Whom we, that have not seen thy face,By faith, and faith alone, embrace,Believing where we cannot prove;Thine are..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Obiit Mdcccxxxiii (Entire)
Strong Son of God, immortal Love,Whom we, that have not seen thy face,By faith, and faith alone, embrace,Believing where we cannot prove;Thine are..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Hands All Round
First pledge our Queen this solemn night,Then drink to England, every guest;That man’s the best CosmopoliteWho loves his native country best.May..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson