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").
“Side by Side”
Through time and tide, we walk as one,Under the stars, beneath the sun.We’ve built a world of dreams and care,A life together, rich and rare.Your..
© Marriage Day
“The Promise of Forever”
I promised you my heart that day,And in your eyes, I found my way.Through every trial, through every cheer,Our love has grown, year after year.A..
© Marriage Day
“Two Hearts, One Journey”
Two hearts entwined, a single thread,Through joy and tears, the path we’ve led.Each day we share, each laugh, each sigh,A love that lifts, that will..
© Marriage Day
“Unshared, Yet Full”
My story isn’t half-told still,Nor waiting on another’s will.Each chapter turns because I choose,Each joy is mine, each lesson too.On Singles Day, I..
© Singles Day
“The Art of Being Whole”
I’ve painted joy in subtle tones,In coffee cups and silent phones.In choosing rest, in choosing peace,In letting all comparisons cease.Being single..
© Singles Day
“Room to Breathe”
Single gives me space to breathe,To follow truth, to not deceive.No compromises dim my light,No shrinking self to fit what’s right.I am enough in..
© Singles Day
“Waiting Without Waiting”
I do not wait with folded handsFor fate to draw romantic plans.I live, I love, I learn, I rise,With open heart and hopeful eyes.If love arrives, it..
© Singles Day
“The Strength of One”
I wake each day with plans my own,A life I build, a self I’ve grown.No mirror asks me who to be,I answer only honestly.Singles Day reminds my heart:I..
© Singles Day
“Alone, Not Empty”
I walk my path with steady feet,No borrowed dreams, no half-filled seat.The quiet nights have taught my soulThat being single makes me whole.I’ve..
© Singles Day
Zoheyr
Woe is me for 'Ommi 'Aufa! Woe for the tents of herlost on thy stony plain, Durráj, on thine, Mutethéllemi!In Rákmatéyn I found our dwelling, faint..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Youth And Knowledge
What price, child, shall I pay for your bright eyes(How large a debt!) the light they shed on me?What for your cheeks, so red in their surprise,Your..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
You Have Let The Beauty Of The Day Go Over
You have let the beauty of the day go over,You have let the glory of the noon go by.Clouds from the West have gathered close and coverAll but a..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Written At Sea
What is my quarrel with thee, beautiful sea,That thus I cannot love thy waves or thee,Or hear thy voice but it tormenteth me? Why do I hate thee, who..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Written At Florence
O WORLD, in very truth thou art too young;When wilt thou learn to wear the garb of age?World, with thy covering of yellow flowers,Hast thou forgot..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Worth Forest
Come, Prudence, you have done enough to--day--The worst is over, and some hours of playWe both have earned, even more than rest, from toil;Our minds..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
With Eternity Standing By
How shall I bid you good--bye,Dear, without tears?Only once in the years,The idle vanishing years,We met, with Eternity standing by,And loved, a..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
With Esther
HE who has once been happy is for aye Out of destruction's reach. His fortune thenHolds nothing secret; and Eternity, Which is a mystery to other..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Wilt Thou Take Me For Thy Slave?
Wilt thou take me for thy slave,With my folly and my love?Wilt thou take me for the bondsman of thy pride?Thou who dearer art to me than all the..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Why Do I Love?
Why do I love?Is it for men to chooseThe hour of the hushed night when crowned with dewsFrom its sea grave the morning star shall wake?Lo, while we..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Whom The Gods Love
Whom the gods love die young. Ah, do not doubt of it.Laura did well to die. Our loss was a gain for her,Ours who so loved her laughter, ours who at..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Une Feuille Morte
Je rêve debout devant la porteQui vient de se fermer sur moi.Je colle mes yeux en triste sorteSur ce carré de sombre bois.Je tourne entre mes deux..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Twenty Days
Twenty days are barely gone,I was merry all the day.Folly was my butt of scorn.Now the fool myself I play.Wit and learning ruled my head,Logic and..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
To The Same
I WOULD I had thy courage, dear, to faceThis bankruptcy of love, and greet despairWith smiling eyes and unconcerned embrace,And these few words of..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
To One Who Would Make A Confession
Oh! leave the past to buy its own dead.The past is naught to us, the present all.What need of last year's leaves to strew Love's bed?What need of..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
To One In A Hostile Camp
How dare I, Juliet, in love's kindness beYour counsellor for these mad days of war,I, a sworn Montagu, to libertyBound by all oaths which men least..
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt