Poetry (derived from the Greek poiesis, "making"), also called verse, is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic qualities of language − such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre − to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, a prosaic ostensible meaning. A poem is a literary composition, written by a poet, using this principle.
Poetry has a long and varied history, evolving differentially across the globe. It dates back at least to prehistoric times with hunting poetry in Africa and to panegyric and elegiac court poetry of the empires of the Nile, Niger, and Volta River valleys. Some of the earliest written poetry in Africa occurs among the Pyramid Texts written during the 25th century BCE. The earliest surviving Western Asian epic poetry, the Epic of Gilgamesh, was written in Sumerian.
Early poems in the Eurasian continent evolved from folk songs such as the Chinese Shijing, as well as religious hymns (the Sanskrit Rigveda, the Zoroastrian Gathas, the Hurrian songs, and the Hebrew Psalms); or from a need to retell oral epics, as with the Egyptian Story of Sinuhe, the Indian epic poetry, and the Homeric epics, the Iliad and the Odyssey. Ancient Greek attempts to define poetry, such as Aristotle's Poetics, focused on the uses of speech in rhetoric, drama, song, and comedy. Later attempts concentrated on features such as repetition, verse form, and rhyme, and emphasized the aesthetics which distinguish poetry from more objectively-informative prosaic writing.
Poetry uses forms and conventions to suggest differential interpretations of words, or to evoke emotive responses. Devices such as assonance, alliteration, onomatopoeia, and rhythm may convey musical or incantatory effects. The use of ambiguity, symbolism, irony, and other stylistic elements of poetic diction often leaves a poem open to multiple interpretations. Similarly, figures of speech such as metaphor, simile, and metonymy establish a resonance between otherwise disparate images—a layering of meanings, forming connections previously not perceived. Kindred forms of resonance may exist, between individual verses, in their patterns of rhyme or rhythm.
Some poetry types are unique to particular cultures and genres and respond to characteristics of the language in which the poet writes. Readers accustomed to identifying poetry with Dante, Goethe, Mickiewicz, or Rumi may think of it as written in lines based on rhyme and regular meter. There are, however, traditions, such as Biblical poetry, that use other means to create rhythm and euphony. Much modern poetry reflects a critique of poetic tradition, testing the principle of euphony itself or altogether forgoing rhyme or set rhythm.
In an increasingly globalized world, poets often adapt forms, styles, and techniques from diverse cultures and languages. Poets have contributed to the evolution of the linguistic, expressive, and utilitarian qualities of their languages.
A Western cultural tradition (extending at least from Homer to Rilke) associates the production of poetry with inspiration – often by a Muse (either classical or contemporary).
In many poems, the lyrics are spoken by a character, who is called the speaker. This concept differentiates the speaker (character) from the poet (author), which is usually an important distinction: for example, if the poem runs I killed a man in Reno, it is the speaker who is the murderer, not the poet himself.
Pag-angat ng araw
Aking mata'y, mulat at uhaw
Sa pag-ibig na nais
Maibsan ang pagtitiis.
Na kahit ma'y abutin
Ng tanghali't dilim
Bawat sigaw, ililigaw
Makita lang at mahagip.
Kahit ako'y masaktan
Tuloy pa rin sa paglakbay
Ulit-ulitin man bawat hakbang
Di susuko't di bibitaw.
At sa hapong...
" first puppy love "
(Way back in high school days)
The first i saw you
I thought this could never be true
A gossip that they always say
But now to be fallen is on my way
Everytime you passed by
It brought me a little bit shy
With the smile that you always wear
That is so really rare
Standing...
" Fubu side "
we cuddle each other
chitchats in the corner
kissing like a couple
get laid down unstable.
we both found this one great
and yes, perfectly mate.!
but silly feelings indulge on
stays only in that zone.
every step out of that room
hits me a billion of booms!
co'z i'm just a good...
"Sadness and darkness are natural cousins. Since ancient times, people have worn black to express their grief. Happiness is attracted to sunshine and depression to darkness. There is a certain romance in darkness and melancholy. There is something mysterious about that which is hidden and...
"How can i express my feelings from my words,
How can i make you trust on my self,
Dont know how to speak while remaining silent,
How can i explain it to my heart
A bond is bounded to my soul, which does always pull me back to you,
Now you tell me how can i stop my soul?
I already told you, my...
Tears of blood fall from my broken heart
I never thought we would be apart
When you held me you said "forever"
Now that you're gone I know you meant "never"
Saying you love me with that look in your eye
And that was a cold hearted lie
Your tender touch, a soft kiss
Two things about you I will...
Hate
Do you hear my silent cries?
Or do you set me to the side?
For in my mind the black bird flies,
In the Darkness of my mind
For each breath you take,
For each word you speak,
I slowly grow in hate
For you, is who, my Darkness seek
Do you hear my scream of hate,
Just wanting you to die...
Dont skip a beat
Love
knows
no age
or beauty
Love
knows
no rich
or poor
Love
knows
no religion
or race
Love
knows
no straight
or gay
Love
knows
no boundary
or reason
Love
knows
no distance
or time
Love
knows only
the rapid beating
of a giving heart sublime
by...
Beauty Inside
Your beauty deep inside
Behind those bedroom eyes
Most men will fail to find
With you only as a prize
I can see it clear as day
Shining from your soul
Hiding from the prey
It truly makes you whole
So wipe away your tears
Set your beauty free
Leave behind your fears
Come walk away...
Overshadowed by the willow,
Near a rippling, silver stream,
Alvah has a grassy pillow :
Sweet his slumber, bright his dream!
Well may he in peace surrender
To the balmy power of sleep !
O'er a heart so warm and tender,
Angel eyes their vigils keep.
He beheld a faint wayfarer,
Old and feeble...
! what will become of thee, poor little bird ?
The muttering storm in the distance is heard ;
The cold winds are waking, the clouds growing black !
They'll soon scatter snow-flakes all over thy back !
From what sunny clime hast thou wandered away ?
And what art thou doing, this cold winter day...
Ah, poor Marianna ! the scene is so bleak,
As shivering and lonely she goes,
The wind causes half the big tear on her cheek,
While round her it whistles and blows.
But why is she out with a prospect so drear,
Beneath the cold lowering sky ?
Methinks is the question which many appear
To ask by...
They've caught my little brother ;
And he was to me a twin !
They stole him from our mother ;
And the cage has shut him in.
I flitted by and found him.
Where he looked so sad and sick,
With the gloomy wires around him,
As he crouched upon a stick.
And when I tried to cheer him
With the...
Alas ! pretty rover, thy joys are all over ;
For gone is thy soft downy nest from the tree !
With fond bosom yearning, thou 'It seek it returning,
But, poor little birdie ! thy nest is with me.
Yet. not of my doing, this deed for thy rueing,
Which leaves thee in anguish thy house to deplore ...
My Maker, I know not the place of thy home,
If 'tis earth, or the sky, or the sea ;
I only can tell that wherever I roam,
I've still a kind Father in thee.
I feel that at night when I go to niy rest,
Thy wings all around me are flung ;
And peaceful I sleep, while the down of tinbreast
Is o'er...
She wrapped her in her sable cloak,
And walked beside the sea ;
But seldom of her sorrow spoke,
So full of grief was she.
'Twas this that made her heart so sad,
To view the ocean wide :-
The only son that widow had
Went out to sea and died.
And then in that great rolling deep,
With solemn...
"Come in, little stranger," I said,
As she tapped at my half-open door,
While the blanket pinned over her head
Just reached to the basket she bore.
A look full of innocence fell
From her modest and pretty blue eye,
As she said, "I have matches to sell,
And hope you are willing to buy.
" A...
As Ellen now Ellen's a sweet little girl,
An infantine, innocent creature ;
With cheeks like the rose-petal, teeth like the pearl,
And lovely in every feature ;
As Ellen one day, all equipped for a walk,
Went forth with the nurse, from her mother ;
And looked like a bud that was broke from its...
One biting winter morning,
A dusky spider swung
From off the mantle, by his thread.
And o'er the stove-pipe hunir.
Escaped from some dim cranny cold.
To warmer quarters there,
He seemed, upon that slender hold,
An atom hung on air.
I watched his quick manoeuvres
Above the funnel hot,
Where...
Lady Mary was able
To keep a good table ;
And what was still better, none found her
Without a good heart
The good things to impart.
Which Providence showered around her.
She was prudent, 'tis true ;
But was generous, too,
When charity called for her money ;
And she ever kept by,
Her own board...
Violet, violet, sparkling with dew !
Down in the meadow-land wild where you grew,
How did you come by the beautiful blue
In which your soft petals unfold ?
And how do you hold up your tender young head,
When rude sweeping winds rush along o'er your bed,
Or dark, gloomy clouds, ranging over you...
Ah ! thou lost, unwary thing,
Fluttering with a tortured wing -
Crying, with thy little feet
Scorched amid surrounding heat !
Poor, unhappy, suffering fly,
What a painful death to die !
Since so rashly thou hast strayed
'Twixt the funnel and the shade,
In the fiery prison lost,
Now thy life...
" Come over here and help us !”
That Macedonian cry,
From dusky Afric do we hear ;
Nor can our aid deny.
We '11 send our angel, Charity,
Beyond the deep to sow :
As mustard seed our gift may be,
A thriving tree to grow.
Its green and spreading branches
May flourish, high and fair,
Till comes...
Field of wheat, so full and fair,
Shining, with thy sunny hair
Lightly waving either way,
Graceful as the breezes play-
Looking like a summer sea,
How I love to gaze at thee !
Pleasant art thou to the sight ;
And to thought, a rich delight.
Then, thy voice is music sweet,
Softly-sighing Field of...
When o'er ancient Israel,
Ahab reigned, with Jezebel,
Fearful things the land befell,
From their pagan sway :
Prophets of the Lord were slain ;
Altars reared to idols vain ;
Sins were known, to earth a stain
Never washed away.
Ahab's bold Zidonian wife
Still pursued the vengeful strife...
Come here, little Willie ;
Why, what is the trouble ?
"I've broke my new pipe, ma'-
I can't make a bubble !"
Well, don't weep for that, child ;
Come brighten your face,
And tell how this grievous
Disaster took place.
"Why, Puss came along,
And said I, ' Now shell think
This white frothy water...
When peals the thunder long and loud,
The Lord is speaking from the cloud.
Whilst they who know him not, may fear,
His children love his voice to hear.
And though it sound in noise and storm,
His love but takes the varied form ;
To give them purer vital breath,
' The God of glory thundereth."...
Hark ! it is the robin's song
Coming through the flowery trees !
Sweetly does it float along
Hither, on the balmy breeze.
O, that I could understand
Once, the meaning of the words
Warbled forth so quick, to go
To the music of the birds !
If I had him in my hand,
Holding down his glossy...
Beneath an old oak's leafy shade,
In careless infant glee,
Three little children sat, and played,
Or chased about the tree.
So light and airily they went,
With each a beaming face,
The grass beneath their footsteps bent,
Sprang back, and took its place.
The flowers they'd plucked and carried...
WHEN morn hath round our pillow shed
Her pure and precious light,
We must not idly keep our bed,
That gave us rest by night.
We must arise our God to praise,
Who kept us while we lay ;
And ask his care through all the ways
He marks for us by day.
When, shining in his noontide power,
We see the...
One early morn, from country fields,
The market gardeners came,
With red ripe melons, "roasting ears,"
And fruits with cheeks aflame;
And one great wagon stopped, while spoke
The good wife at my gate;
"Will you have something, ma'am, to-day,
They're all of them first rate?"
"I think I...
I turned to look. O memory!
Keep fadeless all my life for me
That picture with its lightsome grace
Of floating curls and winsome face,
That backward looked along the fence,
Where, rising higher, floating thence,
A gaudy thing of summer day
Had charmed my boy upon his way.
From flower to...
A nightingale, that all day long
Had cheered the village with his song,
Nor yet at eve his note suspended,
Nor yet when eventide was ended,
Began to feel, as well he might,
The keen demands of appetite;
When, looking eagerly around,
He spied far off upon the ground,
A something shining in the...
Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold
Through the brown mold,
Although the March breezes blew keen on her face,
Although the white snow lay on many a place.
Daffy-down-dilly had heard under ground
The sweet rushing sound
Of the streams, as they burst off their white winter chains,
Of the...
Did you hear of the curate who mounted his mare,
And merrily trotted along to the fair?
Of creature more tractable none ever heard,
In the height of her speed she would stop at a word;
But again with a word, when the curate said, "Hey,"
She put forth her mettle and galloped away.
As near to...
"Caw! caw!" says the Crow,"
Spring has come again I know;
For as sure as I am born,
There's a farmer planting corn.
I shall breakfast there, I trow,
Long before his corn can grow."
"Quack, quack!" says the Duck,
"Was there ever such good luck!
Spring has cleared the pond of ice,
And the day is...
A little boy got out of bed
'Twas only six o'clock
And out the window poked his head.
And spied a crowing cock.
The little boy said, "Mr. Bird,
Pray tell me who are you?'
And all the answer that he heard
Was, "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
'What would you think, if you were me,
He said, "and I were...
OH, yes, sir and miss, I have been to the town ;
It really was pleasant and gay ;
But now I must hurry, the sun's going down,
And so I will wish you good-day.
And so I will wish you good-day, gentle folk,
And so I will wish you good-day.
I know a white rabbit just over the hill,
He's eating a...
TWO little maids went out one day,
And really it was shocking !
They met poor Tommy on the way,
With holes in either stocking.
They sat down on a low stone seat,
And to and fro kept rocking,
While they knitted, swift and neat,
Each of them a stocking.
And sweet they sang a little...
THE moon is shining o'er the field,
A little breeze is blowing,
The radish leaves are crisp and green,
The lettuces are growing.
The owl is in the ivy-bush,
With both his eyes a-winking ;
The rabbit shakes his little tail,
And sits him down a-thinking--
"Oh ! where are all the...
Radiant with his spirit light,
Was the happy little child,
Sporting round a fountain bright,
Playing through the flowerets wild.
Where they grew he lightly stepped,
Cautious not a leaf to crush ;
Then about the fount he leaped,
Shouting at its merry gush.
While the sparkling waters welled...
Come here, my dear Loui, and laugh at thy fear ;
The bee has not hurt thee ; so brush off the tear,
And silence the sob, while I tell thee a tale
About the white cottage that stood in the vale.
Around that low dwelling sweet eglantine grew,
Bright golden-rod, cowslip, and violets blue ;
The...
In yon old village burying-place,
With briers and weeds o'ergrown,
I saw a child with beauteous face
Sit musing all alone.
Without a shoe without a hat,
Beside a new-raised mound ;
The little Willie pensive sat,
As if to guard the ground.
I asked him why he lingered thus,
Within that gray...
He reigns on high, a glorious King,
In ocean, earth, and air;
He moves and governs every thing,
For God is every where.
The waters at his bidding flow ;
The mountain and its flower
Their majesty and beauty show,
As traces of his power.
The lilies by the meadow rills
Are leaning on his hand ...
She opened the cage, and away there flew
A bright little bird, as a short adieu
It hastily whistled, and passed the door ;
And felt that its sorrowful hours were o'er.
An anthem of freedom it seemed to sing ;
To utter its joy for an outspread wing
That now it could sport in the boundless air...
Mary, precious is thy name
More than any other
Borne by mortal ; for it came
From our Savior's mother !
Mary pillowed on her ******
Jesus, once, in infant rest :
Now her name, in sacred lines
Traced by inspiration, shines.
Then, another Mary sought
Her beloved Master,
Where he "sat at meat ; "...
The dewy flower that morn unfolds,
With pure and grateful eye,
Its native earth around beholds,
Above, the shining sky.
Its pearly crown -- a tribute meet -
To dust beneath it gives ;
And from its heart the odors sweet,
To Him by whom it lives.
Its spicy breath ascends on air,
Like...
The Youngest Son's Farewell
by Adolph Tidemand
by Charles Kingsley. Kingsley's short poem instructs us on putting our good intentions into action.
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray;
Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you
For every...