Classics Poems - Poems about Classics

... (Kafkaesque) All ill manner of men dances at the bottom of my flowing skirt, A circus of vultures aiming high, playing solitude in the dirt, Trumpeting flames reading Classics, wasted carcass......Read the rest...

...Looking upon intelligence too long can just depress, an honest mind figures out quick it’s not amongst the best. The range of them is just so vast, the unique mind so rare, you try to see what ......Read the rest...

... Meeting the second Thursday each month at The Commemoration Hall The Huntingdon Poetry Collective an open invite to one and all When I first attended I had no idea of what to expect I soon dis......Read the rest...

...Enthralled by each panel, a world in my grasp, Comic books whisked me beyond time's clasp. Starlight's soft shimmer, on planets unknown, Myths spun with heroes, on quests all their own. With vi......Read the rest...

...When you hit bliss, what does your mind revert to? A song, the lyrics may I be so bold in asking why? Do the words sung echo stronger than you personally could? I mean not to offend, I always w......Read the rest...

...When we watch movies from the 1930s, 1940s, and1950s and into the 1960's and see black americans mostly playing domestic servants I am offended by it, by the lack of opportunity they had, the lack of......Read the rest...

... Fresh leaves fall gently on the ground without making a sound Piano keys softly caress warmed by sunlight gest Brushing my senses on this delicate afternoon she plays on, as time just cro......Read the rest...

...Your presence is with me wherever I go Thoughts of you constantly, all in a row We're always together, always somewhere Sharing a moment...and a kiss here and there The things that you like I ......Read the rest...

... It’s long been a tradition of mine to welcome January with a few resolutions. But the played-out “New Year, New Me” nonsense has my head filled with endless disillusions. I’ll ......Read the rest...

...I miss the days of mine I miss the old me which used to shine Like a star with unrelenting light But now I love the darkness of night That old excitement of occasions That large happiness in l......Read the rest...

...On this day 40 years ago in 1978 my mother, Jacqueline Anne Trestrail, left this world after a relatively short battle with cancer - she was 46. Jimmy Carter was President and Annie Hall won best......Read the rest...

...I languish in the company of minstrels weeping of willows setback from verges pastures on cold days and May days and those days that hide me under low clouds and awnings above which......Read the rest...

...Books, oh books, so wondrous and wise, Holding stories and knowledge in disguise, Pages filled with words that can inspire, And take us on adventures that we desire. From classics to myster......Read the rest...

...Movies are entertaining. Movies have different genres. Genres such as Western. Genres like Comedy. Come......Read the rest...

...I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree… —Joyce Kilmer LOOSE LEAFS In the dusting of the Springtime, blush petals fall - sobriquet-youth. Scented ......Read the rest...