Best Emily Poems

Crowned poet,
posthumous Queen 
of the private world, 
you explored
every subtlety of the soul
and mapped the wonder
of existence 
to its last drawn breath.

What price did you pay
deep in your alabaster chambers,
charting the course 
of a nameless presence 
stretched across eternity, 
giving it a home 
in the...

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The day goes -- 
     but I do not 
The west wind blows 
     and I am still

I'm free to fly
     but I just watch
Thoughts of why 
     ...

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The Sad And Tragic Death Of Emily Hope

That night flew roaring Wind- a mighty gale
over hill and dale through windows left up
Had I then known its fruits, I'd have turned pale
for its destruction was a bitter cup!
Yet I, pen in busy hand onward wrote
verses quite...

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0' Soul, Can Poetic Art Heal Such Broken Heart

Her pen bled deep, and this her fans may yet agree
She felt a torrid hell, darkest of angry seas
Should her pen have conquered deepest of her fears
Could her poems have stopped flow of her falling tears?

Although we...

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Dear Emily, 'the Recluse of Amherst'

In my university days, you burned in me 
As a dazzling flame of endless inspiration.
As I sit to write to you, your soul in its depth I see
And it speaks to me, still giving endless motivation.

Your concise and crisp musings,...

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A sprinkle of sage enhances the flavour of rice
A sage enhances the flavour of  life.

 .               ~~~~~~~~~~        


A Tribute to Brian Strand
Written: ...

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I’m somebody!  Who are you?
Are you somebody too?
Then there’s a pair of us – do tell!
We must advertise – you know!

How dreary to be nobody!
More worthless than a frog
Who without a name - croaks all day
To be a bump on a log!...

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Dear Emily, 

When you said, your “life closed twice before its close,” 
I realized how badly your heart had been broken
You conveyed your feelings best with the written word
But did you leave too many words unspoken?

Sadly, this has been the case for me too
Relationships have...

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She never did come back home that night
Me pacing the floor
Walking for miles in search of her
Leaving me torn apart
Spewing with the turmoil of wondering
Just what happened to her
Who had she been with and why?
Engraved on to my mind
her name
etched in my heart
her love, her...

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Young Emily sat gazing at a door, that with careful strokes was painted..
a starry, but moonless night. 
In wandering dreams of far away lands, nameless artist unacquainted, 
she wond'red what lay beyond the door held tight.

Her knees, now drawn together, gently touched beneath her chin,...

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“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.” - Emily Dickinson

Her soul, composed of poetry
Breathed light and reflected mystery
In shadows secreted deep within
Where silence seemed her only friend

Her...

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I forgive you dear Emily,
For you are more than fair;
Your flirty eyes give promise,
Your pouty lips don't care.
From the tilt of your head,
My heart it could break;
Your silken cheek with blush,
Where pretty dimples wake.
The mayhem in your eyes,
That will not look at me;
There the damage...

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With you, Emily,
I desire everything,
Some blackcurrant ice cream,
From gondolas to Venice,
Without you, Emily,
I don’t want anything,

With you, Emily,
I desire everything,
From Connecticut,
Of fine musical,
Without you, Emily,
I don’t want anything,

With you, Emily,
I love everything,
To jump in a balloon,
Flying over New York,
Without you, Emily,
I don’t want anything,

With you...

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Emily goes for a walk.

Emily was at the beginning of her sixty-fifth year,
She lived alone since her husband,Colin died in 2008.
Her life involved cleaning and maintaining the family home.
Not that there was any family really.
Her only friend was a stray cat called Elenore.
She lived in...

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A walk through the old town 
and a girl on the street near the stone bridge.
Brown eyes with withered memory 
covered the crying soul,
which wiped the sand of the past from the shoes. 
Heart oppressed by the coldness of the...

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