Best Wyatt Poems
Wyatt EarpWyatt Berry Stapp Earp
knew how to snag a gun totin' perp,
loved the ladies, but never liquor.
He was a habitual ice cream licker!
For Kim's Cleri-who? Contest, 5/31/15...
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Categories:
wyatt, history, silly,
Form:
Clerihew
Elements of Essence, Collab By James Kelley and Katherine WyattI am walking in your footprints again. My bare feet are so small when contained within the imprint of your own We have walked this soft grassy road, side by side. Now I walk only with your essence. I feel the brush of your skin...
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Categories:
wyatt, creation, life, love, metaphor,
Form:
Prose
Wyatt-Chicken FeedWyatt's alexandrine combined a rhyming fourteen
To introduce a novel verse,to the poetry scene;
For we poets he bequeathed this literary treasure
In couplet of iambs,some christen a 'poulter's measure'.
Note:Thomas Wyatt(1503-42) used over 70 different stanza forms,but now is best known for
this poulter's measure form(couplets of 12...
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Categories:
wyatt, on writing and words
Form:
Quatrain
Allison N Wyatt** This poem is in memory of Allison N. Wyatt, one of the children who died in the Sandy Hook Shooting. Allison's favorite color was green and she loved to garden, cover her family's home with paintings and drawings ,and to be outside.
Grass grows tall.
As...
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Categories:
wyatt, life, garden,
Form:
Clerihew WyattEnglishman Thomas Wyatt
adventurer poet & diplomat
Imported rom Italy the strombotto
Rhyming forms Sicilian,& Toscano...
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Categories:
wyatt, people, poetry,
Form:
Clerihew
Alexandrine a La Thomas WyattExperience overrules prescription of form
when euphony carries off a poem beyond the norm...
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Categories:
wyatt, poetry,
Form:
Alexandrine
WyattWyatt
by Edmund Siejka
We were in London
Dining in a four-hundred-year-old pub
Dark wood paneling
Beams carved from tree trunks
History and privilege
In medieval England
For us it was a family vacation
And everyone came.
My grandson Wyatt sat next to me
And I turned my attention to him
Letting the other...
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Categories:
wyatt, life,
Form:
Narrative
Sir Thomas Wyatt Translations 1SIR THOMAS WYATT TRANSLATIONS 1
Whoso List to Hunt ("Whoever Longs to Hunt")
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch
Whoever longs to hunt, I know the deer;
but as for me, alas!, I may no more.
This vain pursuit has left me so bone-sore
I'm one of those...
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Categories:
wyatt, grief, heart, love, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
Sir Thomas Wyatt translations 2SIR THOMAS WYATT TRANSLATIONS 2
What menethe this?
by Sir Thomas Wyatt, circa early 16th century
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
WHAT does this mean, when I lie alone?
I toss, I turn, I sigh, I groan;
My bed seems near as hard as stone:
What means this?
I sigh, I plain...
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Categories:
wyatt, fear, heart, loneliness, lonely,
Form:
Rhyme
According To WyattAffable people
are likeable fools
Divorced from the moment
their banter unspools
Affable people
in search of a creed
Amusing examples
— of folly indeed
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
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Categories:
wyatt, myth,
Form:
Rhyme
WYATT the formVerse in metred word makes our inner voices heard
With image,cadence and tone we signature it our own,
Individual and distinct as dna
For all to see,our personality,writ large each day.
Note : a double coupled form (IE quatrain) in Thomas Wyatt(1502-42) poulter's measure style 12/14 syllable lines....
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Categories:
wyatt, poetry, word play,
Form:
Didactic
Sonnets C-Civ“Whoso List to Hunt” is a famous early English sonnet written by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542) in the mid-16th century.
Whoever Longs to Hunt
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch
Whoever longs to hunt, I know the deer;
but as for me, alas!, I may...
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Categories:
wyatt, animal, anxiety, bereavement, betrayal,
Form:
Sonnet
Chaucer Translation: Welcome SummerWelcome, Summer
by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft,
since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather
and driven away her long nights’ frosts.
Saint Valentine, in the heavens aloft,
the songbirds sing your praises together!
Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so...
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Categories:
wyatt, heaven, sky, song, summer,
Form:
Roundel
Echoes of the UnspokenThey called me a coward, said my words would hide,
Too timid to face the storm, I’d run and confide.
My thoughts were shadows, secrets bound tight,
In the echoes of silence, I fought my own fight.
They wanted bold thunder, unyielding and loud,
To speak like the lightning, piercing...
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Categories:
wyatt, 11th grade, anger, anxiety,
Form:
Other