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Grew Quivering
Or rather, he passed us; The dews grew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle. These lines are also from the same poem, "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson. Here, the speaker continues to describe her carriage ride with Death, but the perspective shifts to the experience of the speaker as they pass through a field.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
Gazing Grain
We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
Men's Underwear
Gentle cloth, in muted hue, Men's underwear, so private and true, A comfort to wear, a shield to protect, A second skin, so snug and correct.
By new king3 years ago in Poets
We slowly drove, he knew no haste
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. These lines are the opening stanza of the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
Because I could not stop for Death
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
Fantasising About Running Away
I wrote this some time ago. When I felt hopeless. On the outskirts of somewhere, I seem to forget, walking over the railway lines trying not to fall off.
By Paula Romeu 3 years ago in Poets
Dear Jane
Dear Jane, Despite all my above surface level work that may seem positive or happy, I am truly desolate and deeply depressed. I think I’m trying to work through it with these poems and letters and stories I pen down. I think it helps for a few moments. I am merely staving off the inevitable pull of deep mind numbing agony.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Your Favorite Story and poets
Hello everyone!!! Comment Below your topics i will write poet or story based on your topic so lets go comment below and get first
By Zulqarnain Haider3 years ago in Poets
Colorful Poetry
n the fields of green and gold, Where the sun sets and the day grows old, The sky is painted with hues so bold, Of orange, pink, and purple to behold.
By Samantha Mia3 years ago in Poets
Cleansing Within
Darkness is something we cannot begin to fathom, It is a scary thing, It separates you from what truly is, It is darker than the depths of the ocean,
By Kayla Lindley3 years ago in Poets
The Quest for Inspiration
Oh inspiration, where have you gone? My pen is dry, my mind withdrawn. I search for words, but find them not, The page before me, a daunting blank spot.
By Uma Shankar Sharma3 years ago in Poets
A Lose Yourself Limerick
Palms are sweaty knee's weak arms are heavy Stomach churning Bowels turning Vomit on his sweater already --- There's vomit on his sweater already
By Dylan 3 years ago in Poets