Keats Poems - Poems about Keats

... At eighty-seven well past my prime Can you believe it no long can rhyme Even Shelly and Keats Have hung up their cleats Each had hoped for a life more sublime ......Read More

...oh, how i wish i could write like the wonderfully weird e.e. cummings but the right words somehow escape me left only with personal shortcomings it’s clear, i’m no Shakespeare, Keats, Poe,......Read More

... Oh, standing by thy greenish grave ! I ponder for thousands of times I write and write and then tear out Hundreds of notes hundreds of rhymes Thousands of nightingales I heard But for th......Read More

...Oh lady, do you remember me? The flower you left in the book of poetry. I lay forgotten for so long, My petals dried, my colors gone. But then, a miracle occurred, I melted warm in the odes of......Read More

...it’s raining leaves - hs some call it the fall keats wrote of it as autumn but he was english maybe english trees keep their leaves throughout the year saving lots of work a......Read More

...Just an over-educated bluegrass punk Getting high on urbanised skunk Gaultier suits by the score Optimises this decadent whore. Philosophising about modern art Dadaism, creationism, where ......Read More

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...Fake admirers of John Keats are spotted, To check out if their luck goes as plotted, Accepted the challenge, They were so brave, But they turned out to be kindergarten kids, so naive,  How com......Read More

... From among the poets who fired my imagination whom shall I choose, can’t bring myself to pick and place from dozens, just one above all the rest! With all romantics in line, the ......Read More

...You know you're in trouble When folks burst your bubble That your fine English accent Most others lament. Their eyes grow far larger Their countenance harder As they gaze with intent To list......Read More

...Poet& hymnist Michael Bruce whose verse was rarely obtuse In many ways a 'Keats in padallel' dying too yoing of consumption a well......Read More

...drop enough words on the universe you might crack something open you might find your way– –I don't know when a boulder hits the atmosphere it becomes a fizzle a morning glory radiant......Read More

...I'm a poet through and through, Though I cannot explain to you How it happened or what it was That led me to it. I didn't set out to pursue it, I just, one day, began to do it, And then ten yea......Read More

... cuckoo's sweet warbling across the woods and meadows it's gently wafting — as the lilts caress my ears, I look for Keats' Nightingale October.31.2......Read More

...John Keats qualified as a surgeon apothecary before concocting his poetry He also wrote ballads & odes but sonnets were his favourite mode ......Read More