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Lists of the best poems and poets from every genre; collections of poetry from the romantic to the reflective, dark, satirical, nostalgic and more.

How dreary to be somebody!
How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! These lines are also from a poem by Emily Dickinson, titled "I'm Nobody! Who are you?" In the following lines of the poem, the speaker contrasts the freedom of being a nobody with the burdens of being a somebody.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
I'm Nobody
"I'm Nobody! Who are you?" I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us — don't tell! They'd banish us, you know.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
It feels shorter; Tis Centuries
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each It Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads We were toward eternity.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
Swelling of the ground
We paused before a house that seemed Swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound These lines are from the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson. In this stanza, the speaker and Death have stopped in front of a house that appears to be swelling off the ground.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
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
Why is my hair still dry?
“About to shower!” she calls out from her room. But we know “about to” for her rarely meant what it means so this shower won’t be “soon.”
By Amber Armstrong3 years ago in Poets
FROCK
Oh my dear babygirl, how you've grown so tall, The days of frocks and frills seem so very small. The memories of your twirls and spins, In dresses that reached your little shins.
By Safeera Sathar3 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
Feathers By Emily Dickinson
Hope is the Thing with Feathers Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words,
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
How to manifest anything you want in life
Manifestation is the practice of bringing your desires into reality through the power of thought and intention. It's about using the law of attraction to attract what you want in life. Manifestation can be applied to any aspect of your life, from financial abundance to a fulfilling career, to a happy and healthy relationship.
By Vinuga Kisath3 years ago in Poets