Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
(I had never read this beautiful poem until my birthday...when an amazing friend bought me a poetry book-this was the first page- love it! :)
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
There is another sky...
There is another sky by Emily Dickinson
There is another sky,
er serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
There is another sky,
er serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Social Anxiety
The closed, locked door,
The cold, hard floor,
I know I've been here before.
I hear the noise,
The dreadful voice,
It seems I do not have a choice.
You don't understand.
You can't comprehend
The things that haunt me deep within.
The cold, hard floor,
I know I've been here before.
I hear the noise,
The dreadful voice,
It seems I do not have a choice.
You don't understand.
You can't comprehend
The things that haunt me deep within.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Poems, Art, etc.
I'm not much of writer, but I do write sometimes. My poems along with my art are all on www.haunted72194.deviantart.com. But if (and when) I do write more poems or other types of literature, I will definitely put it on here. I don't want to bore everyone with my just my artwork.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Good Morning to You...
The Poet's Thought by Lucy Maud Montgomery
It came to him in rainbow dreams,
Blent with the wisdom of the sages,
Of spirit and of passion born;
In words as lucent as the morn
He prisoned it, and now it gleams
A jewel shining through the ages.
It came to him in rainbow dreams,
Blent with the wisdom of the sages,
Of spirit and of passion born;
In words as lucent as the morn
He prisoned it, and now it gleams
A jewel shining through the ages.
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