Poems I Like 4: Daffodils

I wander'd lonely as a cloud,
That floats high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once i saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine,
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in a never ending line,
Along the margin of a bay.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in a sprightly dance,

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


William Wordsworth

Verse Seven: Melancholia

She sat in a corner with her head against a raised arm,
Brushing away a single tear with the back of her palm,
Eyes unfocused, gazing unseeingly at something far away,
Something happened that made her melancholy even on this bright sunny day,
Humming a tune that her mind remembered hearing,
She couldn't help feeling that something sinister was nearing,
Soon the daylight would fade. and the a darkness would come,
A darkness so complete that even silence seemed to hum,
At twilight she rose and walked as though in a trance,
She walked and walked, giving nothing in her way even the slightest glance,
As she walked, her mind was abuzz with thoughts running through it,
her clothes were shabby, her hair unkempt, but she cared not a whit,
 On and on she went, he mind now focused on one thing,
Holding with one hand the pendant on her chain, the pendant - a ring...
Finally after ages, it seemed, she reached he destination,
And laid at his headstone, a blood red carnation...

Verse Six: Pensive Solitude

Sitting in room one out of three,
I have only myself for company,
Thoughts crowd each other, waiting to come out,
Staying in my head, not quite reaching my mouth,
But thats okay, since there is no one else here,
Even if I were to speak, there is nothing to fear.
No one to offend, no one to appease,
Thinking what I want, doing what I please.
I get carried away in the deluge of thoughts,
into a realm of my own, where everything else is naught.
The cat jumps in, breaking the monotony,
Gambolling around,playing, generally frisky.
Her appearance breaks the reverie i was in,
as i reach out to toss her a paper ball from the bin.
She runs after it, chasing it with a mad fury,
It she had her way, it would end up as paper puree,
One loud meaow and she shoots off through the door,
Leaving no trace she was there, no paw prints on the floor.
Thoughts are sometimes like this, they come and they go,
Creating havoc while they're there, but leave nothing to show.
I am alone again, free to converse with my mind,
Explore its hidden corners, wondering if something new I'll find.
It is at times like these that one appreciates solitude,
Because thoughts often go unheard in the cacophony of the multitude.
Being alone is not so bad, its healthy from time to time,
It gives you time to examine your thoughts and also spring clean your mind.
There are times when no purging is required,
Others, when just rearranging your thoughts leaves you tired.
Sorting the tangle in your head is quite a task,
But would you have someone do it, if you knew who to ask?
Is there someone you would lay your mind open to,
So the I, Me, Myself, becomes Me, Myself and You?
If your answer is yes, keep that person close,
S/he is your soulmate, and you're lucky to have found one of those....

Devika

Poems I like 3 : Do Not Stand At My Grave And Cry...

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Poems I Like 2: The Dream

I dreamed that you had ceased to love me—
not that you had come from other beds
back to mine, or gone from mine to others,
just that something in your heart had stopped.

I willed myself awake to find you still
beside me. It was just a dream, I thought,
yet when I turned to kiss you, in your eyes
I saw that you had ceased to love me.

I willed myself awake a second time
to find myself alone, as I have been
these many months, but did not know if it
was terror or relief I felt, and whether

dreams unfold the past or make the future
plain. I dreamed that you had ceased to love me,
and know when I see nothing in your eyes
I can't dream myself awake a third time.


David Solway

Poems I Like 1 :

Waiting for the fish to bit
Or waiting for wind to fly a kite.
Or waiting around for Friday night
Or waiting perhaps for their UncleJake
Or a pot to boil or a better break
Or a string of pearls or a pair of pants
Or a wig with curls or another chance.
Everyone is just waiting.



Dr.Seuss

Verse Five: Winter Morning

A thread of silvery spider's web glinting in the sun,
A pair of yellow butterflies fluttering around as one,
The cawing of a crow mixing with the cheeps of sparrows,
Rays of golden sunlight shooting through like arrows,
Flowers blooming in every color, white, yellow, violet and red,
Aah! to be out in the sun on a cold morning, what more is to be said.
The path that I am walking on is long and full of turns,
Lined with trees and hedges, interspersed with little ferns,
holding a surprise, a new something around every corner,
S**t!! there's a dog! be careful, or you're a goner!!
The gardener sweeping the leaves the trees shed last night,
The cat slinking in the shadows, hissing to cause some fright.
A few more turns, some Hello!s and HI!s, and then I'm back to where I started,
Going along the same path again, as though I never departed,
The path is circular, with neither beginning nor end,
It stretches straight for a bit, then goes of on a bend,
This poem had a beginning so it should have the other,
The end of this one near near, to make way for another...

Devika

P.S. I know this sounds lame when you read it... but you have to be there to know what inspired this.


P.P.S. Not fishing for compliments here...