Best Swain Poems

Lucy Swain

1861 - 1896


Lies! Lies! All damnable lies!
I know the injustice of malicious gossip.
I know the outrage of a loose evil tongue.
In life, I was...

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I lay my head  upon the softness of its mane
My white charger, no knight for a swain
as I am the gallant rider looking for love.
Riding...

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In novels, love is the obstacle overturned by the ardent swain
In song, love is a grandiose solo in melodic chains
In poetry, love is fervent rhyme...

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Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll

On our way
hand-in-hand
we...

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In deepest, darkest depths of my despair
I find myself without a saving grace. 
A pendulum of pain prevents my prayer
from rising upward through the dead...

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Companion?
not yet

Girlfriend?
no 
(nondescript and tired)

Sweetheart?
the heart is deeper than that
it’s not coated in Honey
the word doesn’t do you justice 

Beloved?
ah to be loved
a misconstrued formation...

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i am one, i am two; 
i can do what you can do. 
i am three, i am four, 
i kow what it means to...

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Amidst the amazing aroma of the angelic sticks
Cheering along the chants of charismatic priests
Promising on the petals of pearly purity 
You said, "I LOVE YOU"...

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Romantic words spill from a poet's quill
Dreams of love in mirrored reflections
An unlocked chest, confessed to a swain,
purging what was buried inside her heart.
Sonnets filled...

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Oh kelpie with your dripping mane
seducing valiant men of heart,
who by your spell would all be swain 
and every sense in them, depart.

Why weep you...

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When I spotted Saint George in a van,
I feared that his horse might be lame.
Or worse, in a Doggomeat can,
when hurt in some chivalric game.

Saint...

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Layla, you look so wonderful tonight.
Beautiful eyes like diamonds made from rain.
After midnight lets dance in the moonlight.
I'm your forever man, king of the swain.

Beautiful...

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After the rigors of winter,
Buried by mountains of snow,
Counting the days until springtime,
Delighted to see winter go.
Emerging flowers entrance me,
Fields of daffodils brighten my day,
Gladly,...

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George W. Towne

1847 – 1899

From Iowa I came by restless wagon train.
From the mid-west I arrived 
With satchel and silken scalp still intact.
I read Proverbs...

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High School ~

Being asked to search my memory of school 'daze' gone by
is asking quite a lot of me but I promise to give it...

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