Shelley Poems - Poems about Shelley

Here is someone who is worthy of all the grace, Let me describe his glory before his name gets erased, The Pharaoh Ozymandias of Egypt, Who was even worthy of Shelley's praise. He has done a lot I feel, Even though I cannot see his real reel, I am sure he was praised well, Even by the worthy poet for that- I...

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Heir on Fire by Michael R. Burch I wanted to be Shelley’s heir, Just fourteen years old, and consumed by desire. Why wouldn’t my Muse play fair? I went to work—pale, laden with care: why wouldn’t the words do as I aspired, when I wanted to Keats’s heir? My verse seemed neither here nor there. How the hell did Sappho tune her lyre? And...

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I heard a poem by Shelley, I heard it on the telly; a sweet reminisce about one missed kiss; my knees just turned to jelly....

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NN: "Gemini, in light of the following assessment of Percy Bysshe's Shelley verbal and/or literary IQ and level of poetic intelligence and giftedness by you (from another conversation), how much higher than 175 IQ is my verbal and/or literary IQ judging from my eleven poems that you have already critiqued for me in this conversation? I...

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Take the dead; use their parts to make a wretch, this morbid art— Frankenstein, Frankenstein! You are to blame for the deadness in your heart. Great scientists applaud you, what— because you play a god! Frankenstein, Frankenstein! Broad paths are better left untrod. Look in the mirror; See the true beast! You are the nightmare stealing your sleep! Oh, Frankenstein; The self is the monster that haunts you—haunts me....

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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...

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Mary Shelley was born to a woman’s rights advocate. Her mother Mary Wollstonecraft died when Mary was two weeks old. Her father raised her to be independent like her mother. This was in the early 1800’s, so an odd practice at this time. Mary fell in love with a married poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley. His wife committed suicide when Mary...

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Poet Percy Bysshe Shelleyys a bit of a rebel was he A tragic bio truth to tell drowning in his boat 'Ariel'...

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Hardly in her dotage, Mary Shelley was only nineteen when she composed the character/monster, Frankenstein. I could connect the dots of many a tragic scene, but we’d be here all night, I must streamline. She eloped at seventeen with the poet P.B. Shelley, Mary’s step sister introduced them to her lover, Lord Byron. The two poets formed a friendship with...

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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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Spans (Inspired by Percy Shelley's "Ozymandias") If one pursues the desert, smooth and vast, They will not glimpse the history buried there. The monuments constructed did not last, Save by poet’s pen upon paper. A fixèd mast protruding from the spans; The endless stream of time will wear all down, Like flowing sand within an hourglass, For colors mix inexorably to brown. So irony...

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Shelley the cockatoo went to the zoo She made a lot of new friends When Shelley got home she roared like a lion She snored like a bear She fell asleep in her favorite chair She smiled as she slept Many memories to be kept The lion the bears the monkeys and giraffes Will wait until next time for many more...

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My inner dialogue speaks to me. Like music, it inspires my creativity. One hundred words swirling in my mind. It makes me dizzy, as I try to unwind. Will my name go down in history? Along with Frost, Poe & Shelley? They are my masters of the verse. Prose is my passion & pain is my curse....

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Shelley—Romantic Visionary Maestro-Romanticus-Supremus Percy Bysshe Shelley One Heaven, One Hell Promise of a later birth. About a little soul Epipsychidion One immortality, one annihilation Wilderness of this Elysian earth. Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, August 5, 2015 (Double Dactyl)...

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