Poem Hunter: Poems - Poets - Poetry

Innocent heart, what has happened to you?
Alas, what is the cure to this pain?

We are interested, and they are displeased,
Oh Lord, what is this affair?

I too possess a tongue-
just ask me what I want to say.

Though there is none present without you,
then oh God, what is this noise about?

I expected faith from those
who do not even know what faith is.
...

Australia, my native land,
A stirring whisper in your ear—
'Tis time for you to understand
Your rating now is A1, dear.
You've done some rousing things of late.
That lift you from the simple state
In which you chose to vegetate.

The persons so superior,
Whose patronage no more endures,

...

With someone whose heart is always full of deceit,
Tell me how can I cope?
Smile on my face, love, actually, a deception that comes from the heart,
I have distributed love in one life,
Still, I hear, it was left forever!
What this heart thinks, in meditation and knowledge,
In reality, it can be seen differently,
No matter how much I want to build love
In the world, still it is repeatedly broken.
The love that people find in other people

...

Even the man who is happy
glimpses something
or a hair of sound touches him

and his heart overflows with a longing
he does not recognize

then it must be that he is remembering
in a place out of reach
shapes he has loved

in a life before this
the print of them still there in him waiting
...

Wild eyes—and faces ashen grey
That strain through lofty prison bars
To see the everlasting stars,
Then turn—to slumber as we may:

Even as we are, so are they,
And here is peace for all who know
The stars still follow where we go,
When heaven and earth have passed away.


...

The bay doesn't care that I'm watching it.
That's the first honest thing anybody ever taught me.
My father stood at the edge once in his good coat
And I thought he was going to say something important.
He said 'cold front moving in'. And I wrote it down.
I was eight years old and already keeping records
Of the weather in place of everything else.
...

Through the starry hollow
Of the summer night
I would follow, follow
Hesperus the bright,
To seek beyond the western wave
His garden of delight.

Hesperus the fairest
Of all gods that are,
Peace and dreams thou bearest
In thy shadowy car,
And often in my evening walks
I’ve blessed thee from afar.

Stars without number,
Dust the noon of night,
Thou the early slumber
And the still delight
Of the gentle twilit hours
Rulest in thy right.

When the pale skies shiver,
Seeing night is done,
Past the ocean-river,
Lightly thou dost run,
To look for pleasant, sleepy lands,
That never fear the sun.

Where, beyond the waters
Of the outer sea,

...

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

...

The walls are closing in on me.
Is it real, or insanity?
Am I awake? Is this a dream?
Should I be silent,
or should I scream?
How do I cope with these delusions?
Should I treat them as illusions?
Is my mind betraying me?
What is my reality?
Am I living in my head,

...