Best Dickinson Poems
Emily DickinsonCrowned poet,
posthumous Queen
of the private world,
you explored
every subtlety of the soul
and mapped the wonder
of existence
to its last drawn breath.
What price did you pay
deep in your alabaster chambers,
charting the course
of a nameless presence
stretched across eternity,
giving it a home
in the...
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Categories:
dickinson, poets, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
0' Soul, Can Poetic Art Heal Such Broken Heart, Renewed Tribute Series, Emily Dickinson0' Soul, Can Poetic Art Heal Such Broken Heart
Her pen bled deep, and this her fans may yet agree
She felt a torrid hell, darkest of angry seas
Should her pen have conquered deepest of her fears
Could her poems have stopped flow of her falling tears?
Although we...
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Categories:
dickinson, appreciation, art, character, death,
Form:
Sonnet
A Letter to Emily Dickinson
Dear Emily, 'the Recluse of Amherst'
In my university days, you burned in me
As a dazzling flame of endless inspiration.
As I sit to write to you, your soul in its depth I see
And it speaks to me, still giving endless motivation.
Your concise and crisp musings,...
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Categories:
dickinson, appreciation, inspiration, poetess,
Form:
Rhyme
Respectfully, Emily DickinsonI’m somebody! Who are you?
Are you somebody too?
Then there’s a pair of us – do tell!
We must advertise – you know!
How dreary to be nobody!
More worthless than a frog
Who without a name - croaks all day
To be a bump on a log!...
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Categories:
dickinson, introspection,
Form:
Lyric
A Letter To Emily DickinsonDear Emily,
When you said, your “life closed twice before its close,”
I realized how badly your heart had been broken
You conveyed your feelings best with the written word
But did you leave too many words unspoken?
Sadly, this has been the case for me too
Relationships have...
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Categories:
dickinson, poetess,
Form:
Rhyme
Beaches - and DickinsonI
The word, when said
Makes some go dead
The sound of dog (she)
II
Most beaches lead somewhere
Some beaches lead nowhere
Truth or dare (campuses
Have grassy, waterless beaches)
III
Dickinson: words begin living
"when it is said" (not dead)
Emily knew of flight
In Fight to write...
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Categories:
dickinson, allusion, america, angst, lonely,
Form:
Other
Elizabeth Browning and Emily DickinsonHow 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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Categories:
dickinson, character,
Form:
Sonnet
A Kiss For Her Beautiful, Emily DickinsonFifty-six years her beauty's heart did glow; a nineteenth century
Love song amid eastern skies northern lights; she danced as dwelled
In dreams these possibilities ? Clandestine, verses sublime gables rhyme
Of sweet perfume, and timeless time; singsongs, choirs, your carriage awaits...
Segue Juliet, this music she plays; parallel,...
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Categories:
dickinson, art, baby, beautiful,
Form:
After Hours For Emily DickinsonAfter Hours
After hours-
After the final checkout-
After the library's final close-
Forever is too long- for a poets repose-
Go ye there, Emily-
In this line -And not that one-
Not with regular mortals-
Inclined to caskets or crypts to die-
Yet abscond ye there-
Through...
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Categories:
dickinson, angst, depression, house, introspection,
Form:
Elegy
Poems and Emily DickinsonA perfect day,
Somber, quiet, and mellow,
Thinking of one of the greatest,
Poets of all time.
Imagine being in a time,
When no one can see your,
Greatness or your talent.
You never get to see when everyone,
Reads your poems and,
How they idolize you.
Thousands of books are in print,
And there's even...
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Categories:
dickinson, devotion, emotions, encouraging, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Byron and Dickinson FireShe was created of earth's lusty marrow,
lived amidst chimera and heather fields
breathing Byron essence & Dickinson fire,
there was madness in the poetry of her life
an atmosphere favorably self-aware
mundane was ne'er her cup...
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Categories:
dickinson, art, crazy, dedication, fire,
Form:
Classicism
They Wouldn'T Let Me Be WhiteThey wouldn’t let me be White
Oh I wanted to be
Dreams of that Pulitzer haunted me
They said, Sir, you have ten minutes to play
I gave them Milton, Poe and Millay
I stood before that panel
Like I was auditioning for Jesus On judgment...
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Categories:
dickinson, allegory, anxiety, black african
Form:
Quatrain
Emily“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.” - Emily Dickinson
Her soul, composed of poetry
Breathed light and reflected mystery
In shadows secreted deep within
Where silence seemed her only friend
Her...
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Categories:
dickinson, appreciation, poems, poetess, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
What Sends Them Harvard PoetsFor Langston Hughes
What sends them Harvard poets
I just couldn't do it, Sir:
What sends them Harvard poets
I just couldn't do it, Sir:
They'll never give me a Pulitzer.
What tickles them Yale poets
Just leaves me sad an' a grievin':
What tickles them Yale poets
Leaves me sad an' a...
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Categories:
dickinson, america, discrimination, judgement, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
For Sue, Forevermorefor Sue, forevermore
(Tribute to Emily Dickinson and Susan Gilbert: an attempt)
You remind me that I’ve got blessings to count,
Albeit disguised as despair beneath daisies --
You remind me that there’s no grace in saving face,
for the truth comes out eventually --
You remind me of an old...
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Categories:
dickinson, cute love, girlfriend,
Form:
Light Verse