Literature Poems | Examples of Literature Poetry

A tribute to "The Little Prince," by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Little being, descending from your star, Your heart draws desert animals. And when night slowly unveils her altar, Your bright smile echoes like crystals. Little child, you gave your heart to a flower. Your volcanoes are calmly expecting you. While the traveller, you await in your tower, You catch sight of fertile maps within...

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Enchanted by day Enchanted by night Poetry, is always Right!...

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The lake breathes silver, a forgotten sigh, Reflecting clouds that drift across the sky. No hand now rises, clad in mystic mail, To claim the blade that tells a timeless tale. From Tintagel's wild cliffs, a legend born, A boy king cradled in a storm-swept morn. He pulled the steel, a destiny revealed, A fractured realm, a future to be healed. Round Table's...

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Once in a blue moon, long ago, A massive Mars-sized object struck below, With a mighty BOOM, the Moon was born, A glowing, silver light from night till morn. It takes 27 days to make its round, Orbiting Earth without a sound. The Sun’s the brightest star in sight, But the Moon outshines the sky at night. Though not a star, it shines...

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If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" taken from The Merchant of Venice, Act 3 Scene 1 bleeding scarlet by laceration audibly amused through titillation beautiful ladies diminish survival launches...

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The sun does beam Over many a quick stream That run into valleys flourishing with floral Where the wind howls with seemingly no morals It lashes out it's rage against swaying, tall trees High doe they stand, and far doe they see Rain falls light Unless cursed with the winds' might But on hot, Summers' eves Does the wind blow little but leaves Cooling and...

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Over lush green mounds Did stand many thriving towns They did spread over vast azure pools With help from shipbuilders' mighty tools And mighty were the first to land on those shores Valiant are they now in myth and lores Strong were those who weilded weapons in battle Stronger yet were those content with land and cattle Amongst the trees so dark and...

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You say I make the reader think others say I make the reader drink in a sense, all poems should be a finger intoxicating, if to have a minimum jigger of literary worth....

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Did the ocean try to dry its splashy face? Did mountains brush off dusty, grassy trace? Did the ground hide softly from the rainy days? Did the wind play statue at morning's crystal maze? Did planets wear funny costumes, just in case? Let your own glory glitter, like fireflies' wobbly space!...

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How one twenty first century married mortal male (me - Matthew Scott Harris)... found himself bewitched about Circe, particularly after reading book title by the same name. An enchantress and a minor goddess in ancient Greek mythology and religion depicted as living on the island of Aeaea (pronounced "ee-EE-uh"), the daughter of the sun god Helios and the Oceanid nymph Perse Circe renowned for...

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Sky so blue, grass kissed with dew, Tiny feet dance on a path brand new. Chasing a butterfly, drifting away, Breathless giggles, silky hair in sway. Stops in her tracks, Let it fly high, Fascinated, waves goodbye with a smile...

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Lover of novels Always immersed mind full of Imagination....

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In every dawn that breaks anew, In every dream, and skies of blue, A woman’s strength, steadfast and true, Guides the world in all we do. Through ages past and times untold, Their stories rise, so brave, so bold, In quiet tones, in echoes proud, They’ve carved a path and made us proud. She wakes before the sun can rise, With dreams reflecting in...

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She lived in a world of numbers, where every question had a clear answer. Her mind moved in straight lines, solving equations with precision, While mine wandered through the forests of words, Twisting and turning in metaphors, searching for meaning where none was certain. She could balance an equation in seconds, But my poetry, with its tangled emotions and ambiguous...

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Telemachus Ask Telemachus! Penelope is aware of your grief and glow, Go on, don't feel low You are her beach Fly high and across every breach. Ask him: She lived with you in Ithaca Wanna see you in Makka Where there is a rift Pure air always lifts The sorrow of uncertain lot And you never caught in the fret...

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