Poetry Pages

Its funny, Leysa, I was actually drinking Captain Morgan at the time of writing this!

Come sing the song of rum and round we go
In circles till we fall or over-flow;
And break the rhythm of the song we sing
Of rum and then we start over again!

I knew a girl of Turkish tongue, And spoke we did long into the night. And love had barely passed our lips When love would pass once more. And of this love, a sacred lore, Ancient yet forever young, We spoke of when would come aright; Though dare not from our mouths let slip Our intent, lest we lost...

And lay my head in rest did I Upon a sultry Slavic breast; As white is white, her charming fare Served to sup as there we lay In an amber hue that night As lovers, first and last. She was my first, but not my last, But fonder of her still am I; Reverie returns to me her breast, And the charm of our ...

Thankyou both for your comments :-) And I must say Spazway, that yours is an interesting interpretation! Not what I had intended, but I can see it now that you mention it. It does have a strong sense of the dream/demonic lover to it. In both cases it is the woman who is at the centre of the piece in...

The will has many ways of making The imagined into animation; Apprehension for the taking, A lover of the mind’s creation. Unexpected, though invited, The gaze-wrought visitation Embody-bound, excited; Exposed to all sensation. In devoted dreams incited To all delights of love-making Beneath the hea...

just a question, is this supposed to be nominated for poem of the week? Because technically, I didn't post it 'this' week, I just reformatted it... If it didn't win poem of the week in '03 when it was post, I don't know whether it should win it this week when I editted it.. I don't think it would be...

I have reformatted this poem. united the couplets as Heinz suggested a while ago, but also reduced the size of the border so words fold over on the next line (I wanted to keep some kind of visual structure to it). I think it looks better than it did before

<pre> My life is filled with her absence. But it is in this negation that love finds Its ultimate source. Its fulfilment Cannot but flow through its vastness. Like the rains after summer, When riverbeds are dry, anxious to swell And reshape the land that dares encroach; Taming and nourishing the ear...

I stared down the ever-long path; it ran off before me into a black horizon. Pure black. A dot. Colour seemed to vanish completely a dozen yards ahead of every step I took. Not much colour, mind you. Green, dark green of the canopy leaves, and an ugly bluish colour swathed across the earthen brown. ...

Thanks Heinz,
yeah, thats what I thought too,
I did change it a little before I handed it in.
now its just a wait and see thing!

I do hope my tutor isn't gay, otherwise the whole motif of breasts will be totally worthless!

She sat across the table from her, her eyes following every movement of her hands. The fork. The knife. A slender piece of chicken separated from the grilled breast, taken to her glossy pink lips. She sighed. She brought her drink to her lips to quench her thirst only to find the glass empty. She lo...

Yes, I am rather critical
I'm a dissident!

These two essays have been my best this semester. I am still waiting on one more. “How has Australia manufactured and ‘appropriated’ achievements, events and images to fashion its international impression? Why is Recognition so important?” In answering these questions this essay will discuss a numbe...

People have gotten recipes accepted as semi-finalists for that site!
Dictionary definitions, the alphabet, single words, poems that are so obviously plagiarised! (like really famous ones, like "daffodils" by Wordsworth). its all automated.