Blake Poems

Daphne Blake

Daphne Blake was getting ready for a party
Wearing her new dress, she wished to look smarty.
Exposing her buttocks, she appeared so tarty
She revelled, not knowing she would soon fall into a trap dirty

Creature of Doom

What creature is this that cometh near
His luggage filled to the brim with fear
Crushing our lives, crushing our beliefs
O whence for me shall bring only griefs
What of the men whom now weep?
What of the woman buried alive in their sleep?
What of the children who once stood brave?
Their minds controlled their souls enslaved

The baneful trumpets sound

Critterature: Critiquing William Blake

"Tyger, tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night…"
Archaic spelling set aside,
And not intending to be snide,
But really, Mr. Blake, I take exception.
While a tiger's luminosity
May pique your curiosity,
What the beastie's wattage is, you've no conception.
But who am I to judge you?
And so I'll not begrudge you
This "poesy" that was your lifelong passion.
But could it

CLERIHEW blake

William Blake artist/poet recitative
makes 'the tiger' be believed
In an' aabb' quatrain is shown
reading it aloud is well known

EXPRESSIONISTAS munch blake et al

looking down
 visionary
    of  earthly
                   life

mysterious
in every detail


a lonely genius
mused
    by fierce
          inspirations
                tearing
imaginations asunder

visions

        abstracted

delicate

of a willing mind

art

      so sublime

prolific
  persistent
intense  obtuse
picturing
    nature's scream
trembling anxiety
  expressed of

Letters To Dead Poets; Chapter 1: To William Blake

In that endless night
we heed; cold and bitterness
unto the morning light
Sightless vision binds our eyes
madness disembarks into our lives
A cold dark prison earned
is the bittersweet sentence served
A life stolen and a life lived in hush
tis golden silence upon that burning bush

Trembling utterances on the grave
it's the human heart that we poets save
In this final night

Fiendish Hub Anita Blake Series Tribute

I've heard of the Circus Of The Damned;
By all accounts the rumors are true;
The graffiti makes it seem so grande;

Filled with copper and turquoise blue 
billboards have you longing to attend;
In the French Quarter stories continue;

St. Louis boasts a fantasy alive and well;
Vampires perform in this fiendish hub,
gothic striptease mixed with a carnival;

More intense energy

Emagi Blake London

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Emagi Blake Wildflower Song

William.Blake 'Wildflower Song'
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Emagi Blake Cradle Song

WILLIAM BLAKE.  'Cradle Song'


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William Blake

The fighter who was with
a brilliant golden bow
the desired arrow
the fire tank!

He uttered a lamb's peaceable sigh
and the sheep's mellow reaction
to a lamb was always credited to its maker
unstoppable internal conflict
never let the sword sleep
design and build Jerusalem.

In the verdant English countryside
wandered around from one field to another,
enjoying the season's bounty to the fullest
Gliding through

William Blake Poems

dark matter(s)
by Michael R. Burch

the matter is dark, despairful, alarming:
ur Creator is hardly prince charming!

yes, ur “Great I Am”
created blake’s lamb

but He also created the tyger
and what about trump and rod steiger? 


The Echoless Green
by Michael R. Burch

At dawn, laughter rang
on the echoing green
as children at play
greeted the day.

At noon, smiles were seen
on the echoing

Clerihew Blake

Multi-gifted William Blake
poetry&art he would never forsake
He made his collection in illuminated print
thus the reader had no need to squint

Clerihew Blake

Poet&painter oneWilliam Blake
such a talent is not to forsake
Famed forhis 'Ancient of Days'*
such gifting will always amaze

*https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ancient_of_Days#:~:text=The%20Ancient%20of%20Days%20is%20a%20design%20by,holds%20a%20compass%20over%20the%20darker%20void%20below.

Andrew Marvel, William Blake To Wordsworth

I
 What immortal hand or eye
Could frame mysteries in the sky!

II
When the world is too much with us
 He sends visions, Ramanujans, Christ

III
 Shakespeare had dreams, even awake
When humanity was poor in tea & cake

IV
God gives words to poets: leaves sailing -
To begin - loving a pet, sky - urge growing

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