Emily Poems - Poems about Emily

Last night I heard Jane Goodall tell the story of her life of 90 years. She spoke a lot about her mother…and of her own wishes, dreams and fears. She spoke about her chimpanzees and their world...Read the rest...

your dying embrace if you have one clear, sweet, warm (probably not kind, though Emily) who wants to depart life without a fight I won't I'm raging against it I won't let go never ever...Read the rest...

A little eye not made by man, all woman seem to have. Available to none but honey bees. Clinging to the rose are butterflies. If only screens were made of wax back then. And then tomorrow comes. I hear a voice...Read the rest...

A woman of brilliance, a lone writer, Her verses were crafted with care. A poet whose words were so intelligent, Her imagination is so vivid and endless. She wrote of the beauty of nature's scenes, The wisdom of love and...Read the rest...

emily form is a 2(or sometimes 3) line paradox form (I labelled it thus,as it was inspired by Emily Dickinson poem 1732).It may or may not have a title,uses a word with separate meanings,(or one...Read the rest...

She wrote of storms, and winds, and wild March skies, Sunsets and dawns, gardens and lawns, And birds, and bees, and butterflies. The first robin of Spring gave her reason for hope Beyond crowning of monarch, or birthday of...Read the rest...

I feel cut off from the world I wish to reside in. No walks in the park with my sister discussing literature and men. No romanticism from my mother. The books my father read were standard American true...Read the rest...

Crowned 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...Read the rest...

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Sometimes, I think of Emily Dickinson, and how she pressed on, writing... word after word, her eye affliction put on the back burner, her need for reclusiveness an ace in the hole, for mastering the art of a poet, because she "could not stop...Read the rest...

Upon the rising trail of moonlight I seek the port in you— a crook of ivory skin, an elbow to moor my soul inside Just as that once lonely moon upon a field of black does kiss and fondle gently the flowing...Read the rest...

— — — — — — A walk through the old town and a girl on the street near the stone bridge. Brown eyes with withered memory covered the crying soul, which wiped the sand of the past...Read the rest...

Even if roses are no longer seen in winter, she manages to make them bloom with a smile. Even if the sun should stop shining she always manages to bring the light with her wild side. Even...Read the rest...

With you, Emily, I desire everything, Some blackcurrant ice cream, From gondolas to Venice, Without you, Emily, I don’t want anything, With you, Emily, I desire everything, From Connecticut, Of fine musical, Without you, Emily, I don’t want anything, With you, Emily, I love everything, To jump in a...Read the rest...

I cannot help but feel afraid As I approach my final days For what will happen when I'm gone? Will life go on, or simply fade? The world moves forward, ever on In spite of all the pain and strife It...Read the rest...