Poetry

The Divine Image ~ Poem by William Blake

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The Divine Image

by William Blake

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.

For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is God, our father dear,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is Man, his child and care.

For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.

Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

And all must love the human form,
In heathen, turk, or jew;
Where Mercy, Love, & Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.

A Thing of Beauty ~ Poem by John Keats

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A Thing of Beauty

by John Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkn’d ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
‘Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.

 

A Poem About Love by Hafiz

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I long to open up my heart
For my heart do my part.
My story was yesterday’s news
From rivals cannot keep apart.

On this holy night stay with me
Till the morning, do not depart.
On a night so dark as this,
My course, how can I chart?

O breath of life, help me tonight
That in the morn I make a start.
In my love for you, I will
My self and ego thwart.

Like Hafiz, being love smart;
I long to master that art.

Hold Fast ~ Poem by E. J. Appleton on Courage & Grit

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Hold Fast

When you’re nearly drowned in trouble, and the world is dark as ink;
    When you feel yourself a-sinking ‘neath the strain,
  And you think, “I’ve got to holler ‘Help!'” just take another breath
    And pretend you’ve lost your voice—and can’t complain!
      (That’s the idea!)
    Pretend you’ve lost your voice and can’t complain!

  When the future glowers at you like a threatening thunder cloud,
    Just grit your teeth and bend your head and say:
  “It’s dark and disagreeable and I can’t help feeling blue,
    But there’s coming sure as fate a brighter day!”
      (Say it slowly!)
    “But there’s coming sure as fate, a brighter day!”

  You have bluffed your way through ticklish situations; that I know.
    You are looking back on troubles past and gone;
  Now, turn the tables, and as you have fought and won before,
    Just BLUFF YOURSELF to keep on holding on!
      (Try it once.)
  Just bluff YOURSELF to keep on—holding on.

  Don’t worry if the roseate hues of life are faded out,
    Bend low before the storm and wait awhile.
  The pendulum is bound to swing again and you will find
    That you have not forgotten how to smile.
      (That’s the truth!)
    That you have not forgotten how to smile.

Everard Jack Appleton.

My Heart Leaps Up ~ Poem by W. Wordsworth on Joy

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My Heart Leaps Up

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

 

– William Wordsworth

No Longer Mourn for Me ~ by Shakespeare

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No Longer Mourn for Me

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.

 

By: William Shakespeare

Enjoy a Music Moment with the Great Chet Baker

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Not Death But Love ~ Poem by Elizabeth Browning

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Not Death But Love

I thought once how Theocritus had sung

Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,

Who each one in a gracious hand appears

To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:

And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,

I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,

The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,

Those of my own life, who by turns had flung

A shadow across me.  Straightway I was ‘ware,

So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move

Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;

And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,–

“Guess now who holds thee!”–”Death,” I said, But, there,

The silver answer rang, “Not Death, but Love.”

– Elizabeth Browning

Belief ~ Poem by D. H. Lawrence

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Belief

Forever nameless
Forever unknown
Forever unconceived
Forever unrepresented
yet forever felt in the soul.

Forever ~ Poem by Khalil Gibran

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Forever

by Khalil Gibran

 I am forever walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
Forever.

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