Byron Poems - Poems about Byron

Sharon by Michael R. Burch, circa age 15 apologies to Byron I. Flamingo-minted, pink, pink cheeks, dark hair streaked with a lisp of dawnlight; I have seen your shadow creep through eerie webs spun out of twilight... And I have longed to kiss your lips, as sweet as the honeysuckle blooms, and to hold your pale albescent body, more curvaceous than the moon... II. Black-haired beauty, like the...

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Epigrams V Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do stars applaud the glowworm’s stellar mimicry? —Michael R. Burch Teach me to love: to fly beyond sterile Mars to percolating Venus. —Michael R. Burch Byron was not a shy one, as peacocks run. —Michael R. Burch When I visited Lord Byron's residence at Newstead Abbey, there were peacocks running around the grounds, which I thought appropriate. Less Heroic...

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Byron, Your Poetry Sings To Our Wanting Hearts He gave us images, the raving beauty far within and romantic dancing words that ate up the eager page he met the world head on and absorbs into his white skin Ahh but, a great calamity he dies at a young age. In dreams I see him, singing great poems all dressed...

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Rockstar status known decades ago, Imagined greatness you alone, Infused lines to inspire yet unordained, Dark recesses breathing life unexplained, A lord born of chance to pursue chosen prose, Wound about poisonous flesh the desire, Youth requitted and melancholic haunts, Playing redemption to political jaunts, Life bright burning a fever too extreme......

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Lord Byron aka George Gordon a privileged Baron's son In poetry found instant fame wine,women & words daily game...

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She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er...

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Lord Byron poet extraordinaire lived life& loved sans a care His daughter Augusta Ada King programming Babbage Engines was her thing...

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Who reads Tomas Moore reads much more of Lord byron as Anacreonte...

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My way is not that far my path is not that black tar my bicycle is deflated but your heart is inflated i go in peace and war the way i came all i see in my eye is a blank game your yellow pale face turning shifts like a phase the crescent waits for me as the horizon sinks deep in the tree roses...

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From my Blog: Of Byron, Keats And Shelley, A Few Words (1.) Of Byron And A Visit I Once Had Alas! Youth and its joy away has flown I wake at the break of day with a groan the smooth mirror no lies dares to tell truth seen by these eyes rings loud sorrow's bell vanity's praise to break illusion's spell embedding with red-hot...

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In Love, Our Romance Flows In Kissing Streams, Poets Tribute Series, fourth poet, Lord Byron Claim I, thy wondrous heart into sweet dreams, And in that soft glowing realm we slow dance; In Love, our romance flows in kissing streams, As Cupid's well-shot arrows took no chance. From this teeming earth we dwell in pleasures, While life lays golden bounty at our...

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One dark and stormy night, when half my life lay behind me ?I wandered from the straight and narrow path too far. And took my heart for a ship’s compass All through the darkness, I followed no course, no path but my own. ? With only unlimited darkness before me Above that darkness, there was no guiding...

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I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name; There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame; But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart. Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace, Were those hours - can their...

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She 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 of fancy In death, she was found to be quite lucid 'tween...

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While browsing in a second hand book store The blue cover of your book caught my eye. Your first edition then guided my path Into reading your wondrous words of love. Quite new to the engagement of your works I stood reading as near an hour flew by. I became enthralled and mesmerized too. Your classic speech bared...

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