Literature Poems | Examples of Literature Poetry

As happiness now, Johnson thunk, Requires that a fellow be drunk, Pursuing the happy, A literate chappy, So happy became that he stunk....

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Truth is not for everyone -- some prefer lies...some prefer dyes, and not natural soul color. Some prefer love~ and some just mouth the word...never to be heard nor felt deeply nearer the heart. It's like that with most things, the prose and cons of openly living as opposed to falsely revealing: Some contrive a story-line, while other authors...

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If only wings all words would soar...too many anchors yet to endure. Knowing is maybe less important than living? Certainly we are not here, to teach God anything. We soak in our grief -- till the black robed thief returns us. Traveling more deeply in sometimes is the only way out. We travel and...

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I sat where the ferns stood guard— solemn sentries on wood pedestals— my back pressed against her bookcase, cradled in the soft hush of the window seat as snow rehearsed its silence just beyond the glass. Like a priestess reading spells I turned the musty pages of her herbal catalog— wild ginger, mandrake, devil’s claw, some deadly and some to heal— and I whispered their names...

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Is Harry Potter hero or the son of nepotism ? Did you notice Parvati or a pinch of Racism? Where tempests do come and go Were Grendel and Caliban really the foe? Where perfect is hour glass figure And villian whom Conrad called To convert the world into battles of Verdun Is it pride or White man’s burden 45...

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Is Harry Potter hero or the son of nepotism ? Did you notice Parvati or a pinch of Racism? Where tempests do come and go Were Grendel and Caliban really the foe? Where perfect is hour glass figure And villian whom Conrad called To convert the world into battles of Verdun Is it pride or White man’s burden 45...

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Far from the homeland, when lips part to speak, This Persian candy works wonders, magic unique. The spell of Rumi’s verse, of Hafez’ deep art, In distant lands, it uplifts every heart. A potion of love rides this caravan’s crest— Saadi himself boasts of its charm manifest. Open your eyes, and at this threshold stay— The Masnavi begins to tell your tale...

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Great American Literature Our bookshelf groaned under the weight of American Literature, and my mother was principally a communist. An American Tragedy, I read at fourteen, and my fascination with A Bridge over San Louis Ray was endless, and so it went on. I joined the youth wing of the communist party of Norway, it lasted a month; they kicked me out I knew...

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A Neanderthal with intent on graffiti dabbed a red nose daub on stone face of granite stone prints for nosy sleuth fiends...

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Once I thrilled to Homer’s Odyssey to his Iliad equally ‘Til I hurt my sacroiliac ~ and traded literature for TV ...

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They asked "Can you come and help us please" "You are to far, to far to see" They said " We are lost, starving. We need something to eat." "The apples don't fall far from the trees. You must come closer and see" They exclaimed "Excuse me, but they are just out of reach!" "Then get off your knees, get...

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Poem ‘Oblivion’ Drastic times calls forth bold demands, Not quiet hearts or passive hands. For change to rise, the roofs and roots must shake, To build a new, immoral and unethical ways must break. Sometimes it takes the patience to fall, To raise up justice, loud and tall. Opposition paves the path, it’s true, For something better, bold, and new. Wrongdoing for too long...

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Mirror, mirror on the wall, how do you choose the fairest of them all? why do you get to pick apart every single person that never gave you the right? Snow White ate less and less apples until she became so thin a gust of wind could’ve blown her away and she needed a strange man to save her What if he tried...

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I hear the voice of Nigeria, The silent whispers drill, From bustling markets to ancient hills. Those of the Hausas in the north, With gentle cadence in stories deeply sown. Those of the Yorubas in the west, Vibrant in rhythms and richly manifest. Those of the Igbos in the east, Resilient in spirit, never to...

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----------BOOK---------- Some sort of book, Everybody needs. Good book, bad book, Fulfills your greed. Light book, nice book, Whatever you need. Some sort of book, Everybody needs. Good book, good look, Just take a peek. Everybody needs A book each week. Red book, black book, On what you agreed. Some sort of book, Everybody needs. Bad book, cheap book, Nothing will shatter. After reading books, You work like butter. Gold book, silver book, Whatever you plead. Some sort...

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