Best Browning Poems

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One

I.

O' Man Of Perishable Earth

O' priest of golden sun
where hides thy black heart
Pray each day, dark deeds undone
in light, great wisdom impart

O' master of ink and pen
where rests thy sought love
Thy words given unto men
as pearls fallen...

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Against a browning hill 
oak trees' bleeding limbs are stretched; 
some drops release to softly fall 
some cling to dry encrusted scars.
A few short months and we will walk
beneath the springing trees
marking their swords of thinnest green 
stabbing at the stars.
And so, life seasons make...

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(4.)
As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts

Slow flows a river of doubt and regret
foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits
cavernous echoes one can not forget
nor withstand jagged cuts and hardest hits!

As sun retreats and night brings on its aches
memories come to poison hearts and...

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Autumn faerie touched her wand to a yellow mum.
The mum’s colors turned crispy and an October brown.
Whether she retains her yellow next year is up to fate.
Some mums do, others do not, I never know which I have.
Autum faerie is aware, fully in the know,...

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by...

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RUNAWAY LOVERS

Sat Ba Barret restless in her room
Drinking death in dark and gloom
Tragedy seemed her last name
Despite the books that were her fame
Letters reached her by the score
But one kissed paper touched her core
Robert Browning made her wild
Exuberance flared—she was a child
A woman forty –heart...

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How do I hate thee?  Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breath and height
my plunger can reach, when reaching out of sight.
to the ends of a stopped-up toilet bowl.
I hate thee to the level of everyday’s.
most disgusting need, by...

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The sand and sea were calling us                                      ...

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TRAVELING ALONE WITH SELF-PERSEVERANCE ON LIFE COURSE.
DAYS PASS AND IT SEEMS AS THOUGH LIFE BURDENS INCREASE IN 
WEIGHT.
A KIND WORD HERE OR THERE ENTERS IN.
WHILE I WAS SLEEPING THROUGH MY DAILY WALK, AN ANGEL CAME INTO 
MY LIFE.
OF COURSE, I FELT AN EXTRA-ORDINARY CHANGE.
BUT I...

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Oh, to be in England 
Now that April's showers have gone
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, aware,    
Deep division or apalling apathy almost everywhere,
Most do not applaud at funerals or turn their back,
Do we not now have a premier posthumously promoted...

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A poet with a loving Spirit...
A heart rich with abundant love, overflowing
So much love did her heart retain 
An abolitionist she chose to become
In spite of its unpopularity 
Through all her relationships, graceful, caring
Always kind and gentle as a dove
Had no recourse but to pen...

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Robert pouseo of Elizabeth Barrett B
a poet until her death was to be
He introduced the conversational
in dramatique monologue truth to tell...

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tis spring the brown lawns 
the naked branches on the 
trees brisk winds tickling
~
rays of sun dawning
moisture to do on the ground 
horizonal viewed
~
hang on ground brown will 
soon turn green the surroundings
this be winter's spring

3/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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To Elizbeth Barrett Browning
invalidity from riding did bring
Putting aside this tragic hurt
she elope to marry her Robert...

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N. Hawthorne encouraged us to do anything, something,  (heroic?) even though life brings huge discouragement: "Tell me not, in mournful numbers, that life is but an empty dream ..." PSALM OF LIFE 


I had to pen something like poetry today
It's World Poetry day, they...

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