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Intro - Easter holidays is a poem that was written in 1787 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge when he was 15 years old at Christ’s Hospital, his school. It’s also one of the first poems Coleridge ever wrote. The poem was included in a letter to his brother Luke, included because Coleridge was unable to spend time with his family during the holiday times like the majority of the other children who attended. There was a time when Luke visited Coleridge for a little while in 1785, but he moved to the town of Devon in what I assume is the same year. It was the first time Coleridge had included a poem within a letter to his family. The poem has a neoplatonic theme that revolves around one with virtue being able to conquer suffering.
By Hoaram4 years ago in Poets
I sit with a leg dangled over my Craigslist 15 dollar couch That reeked of cat piss From a college student That probably had more money than I did at 40.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Poets
Ah Putin, ya shoulda done some more computing, before ya sent your troops a shooting. Perhaps then they wouldn’t be a looting,
By Zachary Phillips4 years ago in Poets
Dearest Darcy, Your terse words evoked Anguish, longing, hope, warmth I loved you alongside Caroline I loved you before Lizzy
By Eileen Davis4 years ago in Poets
Take her story at face value; assume what she says is true Judge her and you get drawn towards the door of a bolted heart Pretend and you’ve lost even before you can begin Show – off and there you make another mistake; for she’s never impressed by that stuff
By Silvia4 years ago in Poets
The Kings Ballad: "In the world that I use to know. There were night walks while the stars'll glow Clean air filled with dirty jokes
By Albert J. Clark Jr4 years ago in Poets
Din Ki Roshni Khwabon Ko Banane Mein Gujar Gayi, Raat Ki Neend Bachche Ko Sulane Mein Gujar Gayi, Jis Ghar Mein Mere Naam Ki Takhti Bhi Nahi Hai,
By MD MOIZ AHMAD4 years ago in Poets
I wrote this poem when I was 15 years old and writing was my biggest escape. I would write random poems and short stories in class, scribbled in the back of notebooks or on notes to friends.
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
To get to know Renato Fucini we must turn to Davide Puccini, essayist, fine scholar, but above all a lover of Italian literature. His operation derives from the need to re-propose a forgotten author whose works are no longer found.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Poets
I am both beauty and beast in my tale. Trapped behind stone walls built by Curses I put on myself. Hidden away or locked up
By Audrey Larkin4 years ago in Poets
The wind whisked the sparse shadow past, the geese don't forest tip, a night of love, finally in the brightness of the early morning sun, gradually dissipated, the air, as if a trace of lingering taste, and parting, has been imminent.
By Foresttt Sadeepm4 years ago in Poets
I can still remember the way you looked at me when I wore that blue dress. It was the first night we met, Do you recall it?
By Jennifer Vasallo 4 years ago in Poets
