Poem Tuesdays is back, and in this week I have found a beautiful poem by Scott Fitzgerald.
Come, wander where
the firefly gleams;
Night's mingling
with day.
Come soon for all
the summer beams
Fade slowly away.
Night will burn you
with its kisses;
Day will charm you
with its eyes,
I'm waiting for the
twilight time
Where mystery lies.
Love's sweeter in the afterglow
Born over the years;
Red roses when their beauties go
Hold laughter and tears.
Gold is fading in the yellow,
Yellow melting into gray;
Eve's perfumed with jessamine.
Farewell to the day.
Have a great Tuesday!
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Showing posts with label Poem Tuesdays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem Tuesdays. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
C - Colors of her soul; Poem Tuesdays
Usually her on my blog, I have something called "Poem Tuesdays" something which I would like to continue with through the A to Z Challenge. Maybe it will challenge me to read something I might not have read.
This poem has originality no title, so I just made one up from the first sentence of the poem.
I hope you like the poem. My favorite part is the last two lines, what are yours?
Colors has she in her soul
Dusky gold and green and white
So if eyes peer out to see
Rain a-slanting down the street
Washing though the colonnade
Let us smile and say that she
Paints in green
Rain a-slanting down the street
By the first lamps of the nights
Overhead the willows meet
Bells from hidden places toll
(Colors has she in her soul
Dusky gold and green and white)
Hurried dots upon the day
Little figures scurry by
By F. Scott Fitzgerald
P.S: Thanks for all the nice comments, it's really motivating and it kind of makes my day a little better!
This poem has originality no title, so I just made one up from the first sentence of the poem.
I hope you like the poem. My favorite part is the last two lines, what are yours?
Colors of her soul
Dusky gold and green and white
Rain a-slanting down the street
Washing though the colonnade
Let us smile and say that she
Paints in green
By the first lamps of the nights
Overhead the willows meet
Bells from hidden places toll
(Colors has she in her soul
Dusky gold and green and white)
Little figures scurry by
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Poem Tuesdays; Twice closed
I'm still very hooked on Emily Dickinson and this poem have become my favorite by her.
I really feel like I can relate to the poem.
XVI
My life closed twice before its close-
It yet remains the see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me
So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell
I really feel like I can relate to the poem.
My life closed twice before its close-
It yet remains the see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Poem Tuesdays; Unknown
Another week has gone by, and it time for Poem Tuesdays, all though today it's a quote from an unknown person. I just really like what this quote says, because I believe in it, sometimes I live with it.
We all carry these things inside
that no one else can see.
They hols us down like anchors,
They drown us at sea.
that no one else can see.
They hols us down like anchors,
They drown us at sea.
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