Poems about subject (51 Poems)
Love’s Deity (John Donne Poems)
I long to talk with some old lover’s ghost, Who died before the God of Love was born: I cannot think that he, who then loved most, Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn. But since this … Continue reading
The Indifferent (John Donne Poem)
I can love both fair and brown, Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays, Her who loves loneness best, and her who masks and plays, Her whom the country formed, and whom the town, Her who believes, and … Continue reading
Whatever it is — she has tried it — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Whatever it is — she has tried it – Awful Father of Love – Is not Ours the chastising – Do not chastise the Dove – Not for Ourselves, petition – Nothing is left to pray – When a subject … Continue reading
Some such Butterfly be seen (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas – Just at noon — no later — Sweet – Then — the License closes – Some such Spice — express and pass – Subject to Your Plucking – As the Stars … Continue reading
I got so I could take his name (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I got so I could take his name – Without — Tremendous gain – That Stop-sensation — on my Soul – And Thunder — in the Room – I got so I could walk across That Angle in the floor, … Continue reading
We talked as Girls do — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
We talked as Girls do – Fond, and late – We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave – Of ours, none affair – We handled Destinies, as cool – As we — Disposers — be – And God, … Continue reading
The Soul’s Superior instants (Emily Dickinson Poems)
The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her — alone – When friend — and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn – Or She — Herself — ascended To too remote a Height For lower Recognition Than Her Omnipotent – This Mortal … Continue reading
Tickets to the game (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I asked my Dad about the War when I was very young, he said it happened a long, long time ago and a long, long way away, he seemed a little vague on the subject so I relented, I thought … Continue reading
No further slice of me (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn’t lived through one before, couldn’t be sure what it meant, should have feared not knowing. I believed I was going … Continue reading
The Obesion (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor’s report: “The subject is an athletic-appearing white male in no apparent distress.” I was thirty six. Now I wheeze after sex. I want to be … Continue reading