Long Wb Poems
Long Wb Poems. Below are the most popular long Wb by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Wb poems by poem length and keyword.
Various Heresies 2Various Heresies 2
You
by Michael R. Burch
For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.
For thirty years You would not open to me;
You remained...
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Categories:
wb, atheist, bible, christian, god, jesus, religion, religious,
Form:
Verse
The Dilettante Diaries: the Divine Feminine - a Tale of Seduction
“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
–“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven,” by W.B. Yeats
“I love you...
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Categories:
wb, friendship, fun, happiness, journey, love, romance, sensual,
Form:
Romanticism
Laureate
"Laureate"
Laureate
speak now lofty phantom
to my mind
guide my hand
I write I write I write
receptor of communication
things that are not mortal
Luminiferous aether
sublime
not normal writ
medium calculating in the script
In that other time
there you hold...
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Categories:
wb, dark, freedom, hero, light, muse, romance, spiritual,
Form:
Romanticism
Magic - 1The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper - W.B. Yeats
There is magic in the twinkling eyes
Of a small, innocent child who smiles
There is magic in the laugh...
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Categories:
wb, appreciation, blessing, inspirational, love, magic, simple,
Form:
Free verse
To live in ruins until I amTo W.B. Yeats
There is something to my life that cannot be described as "lonely".
But a forgotten detail in a missing puzzle piece.
The secondary woman in the background
For she lets the foreground desire shine.
The construction of...
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Categories:
wb, betrayal, break up, deep, lonely,
Form:
Free verse
Broken Dreams" A broken hand is fixed wid bandages...
A broken heart is fixed wid someones love...
But what about a broken dream..
What can that be fixed with...
Can it be fixed wid money...
Or can it be fixed it...
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Categories:
wb, community,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
wb, aubade, husband, memory, philosophy, poetry, tribute, truth,
Form:
Quatrain
Categories:
wb, beautiful, happiness, husband, in memoriam, loss, love,
Form:
Rhyme
When You Are Young...dedicated to W.B. Yeats, in response
to his poem 'When You Are Old'
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of grim disquietude, such joy you...
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Categories:
wb, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
When You Are Young...dedicated to W.B. Yeats, in response
to his poem 'When You Are Old'
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of grim disquietude, such joy you...
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Categories:
wb, inspirationalheart, heart, innocence,
Form:
Quatrain
When You Are Young..dedicated to W.B. Yeats, in response
to his poem 'When You Are Old'
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of grim disquietude, such joy you...
Read More
Categories:
wb, tribute, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
When You Are Young..dedicated to W.B. Yeats, in response
to his poem 'When You Are Old'
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of grim disquietude, such joy you...
Read More
Categories:
wb, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
Let a thousand flowers bloom‘Pon taxpayers a tad more trust,
On tax kitty a tad less lust,
Tax that dulls no young dream,
Gathers cream just from brim,
Tax too shy to assume,
Lets thousand flowers bloom,
A tax is no...
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Categories:
wb, dream, humor, trust,
Form:
Limerick
The Poetry of YeatsHis words calm me when I'm restless
bringing beauty to my world.
I get shivers, I must confess
when his passionate verse is unfurled.
I once threw a penny of brown
to see if love, I might find.
Like a...
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Categories:
wb, inspirational, on writing and words, romance, tribute,
Form:
Sonnet
When You Are Young...dedicated to W.B. Yeats, in response
to his poem 'When You Are Old'
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of grim disquietude, such joy you...
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Categories:
wb, inspirational, heart, heart, innocence,
Form:
Quatrain
When You Are YoungWhen You Are Young
...dedicated to W.B. Yeats
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of all disquietude, such joy you see
as gaily you discharge your daily rounds.
...
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Categories:
wb, dedicationheart, heart, innocence,
Form:
Quatrain
Dear Joan Letter*Image of Letter of Do's & Don'ts by WB.
Writing
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France
Dear Joan Letter
You said I'm the one yet you're bad...
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Categories:
wb, angst, anxiety, betrayal, goodbye, lost love, write,
Form:
Vaasokht
When You Are Young...dedicated to W.B. Yeats
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of sad disquietude, such joy you see
as gaily you discharge your daily rounds.
Your heart is light, bereft of...
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Categories:
wb, tribute, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
When You Are Young...dedicated to W.B. Yeats
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of sad disquietude, such joy you see
as gaily you discharge your daily rounds.
Your heart is light, bereft of...
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Categories:
wb, inspirational, introspection, heart, heart, innocence,
Form:
Verse
GiftGift
...dedicated to W.B. Yeats
Of words bereft I floundered on,
inclined to hide myself away
and shun the light of each new day,
content that they be gone.
When I could not communicate
with my true love, or satisfy
the softest...
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Categories:
wb, dedication
Form:
Quatrain
The Gift...dedicated to W.B. Yeats
Of words bereft I floundered on,
inclined to hide myself away
and shun the light of each new day,
content that they be gone.
When I could not communicate
with my true love, or satisfy
the softest...
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Categories:
wb, tribute, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
The Gift...dedicated to W.B. Yeats
Of words bereft I floundered on,
inclined to hide myself away
and shun the light of each new day,
content that they be gone.
When I could not communicate
with my true love, or satisfy
the softest twinkle...
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Categories:
wb, on writing and words
Form:
Quatrain