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Felling the strong, carrying the song, John Clare out here writing the original ‘whistle while you work’ anthem.
#JohnClare #TheWoodsmanSong #Poetry
#JohnClare #TheWoodsmanSong #Poetry
November 22, 2025 at 3:23 PM
Felling the strong, carrying the song, John Clare out here writing the original ‘whistle while you work’ anthem.
#JohnClare #TheWoodsmanSong #Poetry
#JohnClare #TheWoodsmanSong #Poetry
Ivy for ruin. Rosemary for fading memory. Pansies darker than dreams.
#Ophelia #ClassicPoetry #LiteraryBeauty
#Ophelia #ClassicPoetry #LiteraryBeauty
November 20, 2025 at 4:27 PM
Ivy for ruin. Rosemary for fading memory. Pansies darker than dreams.
#Ophelia #ClassicPoetry #LiteraryBeauty
#Ophelia #ClassicPoetry #LiteraryBeauty
As waves rush to shore, so our minutes race to their end — yet love is what outlives time.
#Shakespeare #Sonnet60 #Poetry
#Shakespeare #Sonnet60 #Poetry
November 18, 2025 at 3:29 PM
As waves rush to shore, so our minutes race to their end — yet love is what outlives time.
#Shakespeare #Sonnet60 #Poetry
#Shakespeare #Sonnet60 #Poetry
Love said stay awake. Sleep said close your eyes. Dreams said… why not both?
#PoeticLines #SaraTeasdale
#PoeticLines #SaraTeasdale
November 17, 2025 at 4:21 PM
Love said stay awake. Sleep said close your eyes. Dreams said… why not both?
#PoeticLines #SaraTeasdale
#PoeticLines #SaraTeasdale
November 14, 2025 at 9:01 PM
He only dates women with antique china collections. Standards: vintage.
#EugeneField #PoetryLovers #PoemOfTheDay
#EugeneField #PoetryLovers #PoemOfTheDay
November 14, 2025 at 2:02 PM
He only dates women with antique china collections. Standards: vintage.
#EugeneField #PoetryLovers #PoemOfTheDay
#EugeneField #PoetryLovers #PoemOfTheDay
If eyes are blind with tears, let the tears become their light. Love always finds a way to be heard.
November 7, 2025 at 2:38 PM
If eyes are blind with tears, let the tears become their light. Love always finds a way to be heard.
Your memory is an island — serene amid the storm. #EdgarAllanPoe
November 5, 2025 at 5:40 PM
Your memory is an island — serene amid the storm. #EdgarAllanPoe
All things are possible to God’s own kin.
November 4, 2025 at 7:00 AM
All things are possible to God’s own kin.
Lawson didn’t write poems for the soft-hearted.
No odds, no hope, still take it fightin’.
#Poetry #Resilience
No odds, no hope, still take it fightin’.
#Poetry #Resilience
November 4, 2025 at 1:57 AM
Lawson didn’t write poems for the soft-hearted.
No odds, no hope, still take it fightin’.
#Poetry #Resilience
No odds, no hope, still take it fightin’.
#Poetry #Resilience
Her only pilot... the soft breeze.
Wordsworth’s tranquil lines float between dream and shore, bending meter just enough to feel infinite.
A perfect hypercatalectic moment — where form drifts freely with feeling.
#PoetryLovers #LiteraryTerms #PoetryArt #RomanticPoets
Wordsworth’s tranquil lines float between dream and shore, bending meter just enough to feel infinite.
A perfect hypercatalectic moment — where form drifts freely with feeling.
#PoetryLovers #LiteraryTerms #PoetryArt #RomanticPoets
October 31, 2025 at 10:32 PM
Her only pilot... the soft breeze.
Wordsworth’s tranquil lines float between dream and shore, bending meter just enough to feel infinite.
A perfect hypercatalectic moment — where form drifts freely with feeling.
#PoetryLovers #LiteraryTerms #PoetryArt #RomanticPoets
Wordsworth’s tranquil lines float between dream and shore, bending meter just enough to feel infinite.
A perfect hypercatalectic moment — where form drifts freely with feeling.
#PoetryLovers #LiteraryTerms #PoetryArt #RomanticPoets
Emily Dickinson really said, ‘took my dog, got nearly eaten by the ocean, vibes immaculate.’
#EmilyDickinson #PoetryCommunity #SeaPoem
#EmilyDickinson #PoetryCommunity #SeaPoem
October 30, 2025 at 3:05 PM
Emily Dickinson really said, ‘took my dog, got nearly eaten by the ocean, vibes immaculate.’
#EmilyDickinson #PoetryCommunity #SeaPoem
#EmilyDickinson #PoetryCommunity #SeaPoem
Hypercatalectic...
A line that goes beyond the regular syllable count — like a verse that refuses to go home when the meter says it’s time.
Break the rules, extend the rhythm
#PoetryCommunity #WritingTips #PoetryEducation #WritersLife #MeterMatters
A line that goes beyond the regular syllable count — like a verse that refuses to go home when the meter says it’s time.
Break the rules, extend the rhythm
#PoetryCommunity #WritingTips #PoetryEducation #WritersLife #MeterMatters
October 29, 2025 at 3:56 PM
Hypercatalectic...
A line that goes beyond the regular syllable count — like a verse that refuses to go home when the meter says it’s time.
Break the rules, extend the rhythm
#PoetryCommunity #WritingTips #PoetryEducation #WritersLife #MeterMatters
A line that goes beyond the regular syllable count — like a verse that refuses to go home when the meter says it’s time.
Break the rules, extend the rhythm
#PoetryCommunity #WritingTips #PoetryEducation #WritersLife #MeterMatters
A powerful celebration of joy, rest, and the beauty of self — Hughes reminds us that dreams can be radiant and deeply rooted.
#LangstonHughes #DreamVariations #HarlemRenaissance #BlackPoetry #ClassicPoetry #PoemShare #OriginalPoems
#LangstonHughes #DreamVariations #HarlemRenaissance #BlackPoetry #ClassicPoetry #PoemShare #OriginalPoems
October 28, 2025 at 3:56 PM
A powerful celebration of joy, rest, and the beauty of self — Hughes reminds us that dreams can be radiant and deeply rooted.
#LangstonHughes #DreamVariations #HarlemRenaissance #BlackPoetry #ClassicPoetry #PoemShare #OriginalPoems
#LangstonHughes #DreamVariations #HarlemRenaissance #BlackPoetry #ClassicPoetry #PoemShare #OriginalPoems
A tender hope — that love will find its way home, guided by constancy when the night feels endless.
#Poetry #HelenLeahReed #FreeVerse #LovePoetry #Constancy #ClassicPoetry #PoemShare #OriginalPoems
#Poetry #HelenLeahReed #FreeVerse #LovePoetry #Constancy #ClassicPoetry #PoemShare #OriginalPoems
October 27, 2025 at 9:10 PM
A tender hope — that love will find its way home, guided by constancy when the night feels endless.
#Poetry #HelenLeahReed #FreeVerse #LovePoetry #Constancy #ClassicPoetry #PoemShare #OriginalPoems
#Poetry #HelenLeahReed #FreeVerse #LovePoetry #Constancy #ClassicPoetry #PoemShare #OriginalPoems
Plot twist: the life-changing moment you’re waiting for already happened. Rilke knew before it was a meme.
October 27, 2025 at 3:36 PM
Plot twist: the life-changing moment you’re waiting for already happened. Rilke knew before it was a meme.
Showed up at the eleventh hour and still got paid the same — this poem’s for the procrastinators with divine timing.
October 27, 2025 at 10:01 AM
Showed up at the eleventh hour and still got paid the same — this poem’s for the procrastinators with divine timing.
Love doesn’t bloom in a day. Some hearts take their time to flower.
October 27, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Love doesn’t bloom in a day. Some hearts take their time to flower.
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper, a pioneering Black author, abolitionist, and poet wrote this moving sonnet about aging, faith, and inner renewal:
“Heaven grows clearer to my view…”
Still a powerful voice today. 🕊️
#BlackPoets #PublicDomainPoetry #PoetryCommunity
“Heaven grows clearer to my view…”
Still a powerful voice today. 🕊️
#BlackPoets #PublicDomainPoetry #PoetryCommunity
October 26, 2025 at 10:01 PM
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper, a pioneering Black author, abolitionist, and poet wrote this moving sonnet about aging, faith, and inner renewal:
“Heaven grows clearer to my view…”
Still a powerful voice today. 🕊️
#BlackPoets #PublicDomainPoetry #PoetryCommunity
“Heaven grows clearer to my view…”
Still a powerful voice today. 🕊️
#BlackPoets #PublicDomainPoetry #PoetryCommunity
Anyone who has loved a four-legged friend knows this feeling. 🐾
What pet is still trotting beside your memory?
What pet is still trotting beside your memory?
October 26, 2025 at 12:01 PM
Anyone who has loved a four-legged friend knows this feeling. 🐾
What pet is still trotting beside your memory?
What pet is still trotting beside your memory?
Pain doesn’t always look broken. Sometimes it looks like laughter.
From Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s haunting poem “Mad”:
“The woman shrank from me.”
If you’ve ever felt invisible in your grief — you’re not alone. 🖤
#MentalHealth #PoetryCommunity
From Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s haunting poem “Mad”:
“The woman shrank from me.”
If you’ve ever felt invisible in your grief — you’re not alone. 🖤
#MentalHealth #PoetryCommunity
October 26, 2025 at 7:00 AM
Pain doesn’t always look broken. Sometimes it looks like laughter.
From Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s haunting poem “Mad”:
“The woman shrank from me.”
If you’ve ever felt invisible in your grief — you’re not alone. 🖤
#MentalHealth #PoetryCommunity
From Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s haunting poem “Mad”:
“The woman shrank from me.”
If you’ve ever felt invisible in your grief — you’re not alone. 🖤
#MentalHealth #PoetryCommunity
“Man is man and master of his fate.”
— Alfred Lord Tennyson, Idylls of the King
— Alfred Lord Tennyson, Idylls of the King
October 25, 2025 at 8:01 PM
“Man is man and master of his fate.”
— Alfred Lord Tennyson, Idylls of the King
— Alfred Lord Tennyson, Idylls of the King
Four lines, one poet, and a whole lot of admiration for Julia 😏
Robert Herrick knew how to write a love poem…
Robert Herrick knew how to write a love poem…
October 25, 2025 at 6:28 PM
Four lines, one poet, and a whole lot of admiration for Julia 😏
Robert Herrick knew how to write a love poem…
Robert Herrick knew how to write a love poem…
Some people break…
Weepin’ Willie bends, cries, and keeps going.
A beautiful reminder that tears don’t make us weak — they keep us human.
Weepin’ Willie bends, cries, and keeps going.
A beautiful reminder that tears don’t make us weak — they keep us human.
October 25, 2025 at 6:14 PM
Some people break…
Weepin’ Willie bends, cries, and keeps going.
A beautiful reminder that tears don’t make us weak — they keep us human.
Weepin’ Willie bends, cries, and keeps going.
A beautiful reminder that tears don’t make us weak — they keep us human.
A soldier’s promise to return home to the wheatlands of Saskatchewan.
Helen Leah Reed — A Canadian Trooper To His Horse
Helen Leah Reed — A Canadian Trooper To His Horse
October 25, 2025 at 1:01 PM
A soldier’s promise to return home to the wheatlands of Saskatchewan.
Helen Leah Reed — A Canadian Trooper To His Horse
Helen Leah Reed — A Canadian Trooper To His Horse