A collection of poems written about poetry. Poetry offers a different way to read about things or life issues. Reflect on the poet's words and you may find that their words may help you deal with a situation or they may help you see something in a different way.
Andrew Byers describes poetry as follows: "No literary expression can, properly speaking, be called Poetry that is not in a certain deep sense emotional (whatever may be its subject-matter), concrete in its method and its diction, rhythmical in movement, and artistic in form.
It is said that Poetry comes from the heart, while Prose is merely the product
of the mind; that the poet sings to us, whereas other men only talk; and that
while he does not argue more logically than they, he feels more deeply and perhaps more truly.
And some they tilt at windmills
And some they push the plough
The Poet does both on wind-filled wings
Above the "wonder-how"!
And some may never see beyond
The bow-wave sparkling bright
To where the questing Soul will find
That broader, wiser sight.
Me thinks this sometimes Poet and Clown
Love's blessings rich endow,
To brush the stars as, through the glass
Sees much less darkly now!
A Book Of Poems Poet: William R. Jacobs
Pond'ring o'er a gilded volume
Rich with gems, I am to-night,
Looking for the sweetest column,
Scanning for some rays of light.
Here are poets from the distance
With the softest lyric rhyme.
Calling back into existence
Sweet chords lost in lapse of time.
Here portrayed are silent faces —
Silent lips and silent eyes —
Where my finger deftly traces.
Looking for some glad surprise —
Looking for some friend who's drifting
Out upon the Western world.
For companions now uplifting
Drops of ink for drops of gold.
Lo! inwrought like fibres golden
In yon leaf upon the tree,
Are these stanzas, new and olden,
Penned in chants of melody.
Quaintest rhet'ric penned, but splendid
In simplicity and truth —
Facts and fancies; as blended
By the aged bard and youth.
As I turn the snowy pages,
Each enframed with golden wire,
Mystic sounds come back from ages.
Strains from Moore and Milton's lyre.
Dreams of Shakespeare's musing rambles,
Thoughts of Goldsmith and his fife,
Odes of Pope and Scott and Campbell
Flash across the path of life.
And when sleepily I fold them —
Fold the rhymers back in place,
Fancy's mind can quite behold them,
As the dureful hymns they trace.
Some are mothers with devotion
In their sonnets of to-day.
Others sing of field and ocean,
Mount and glen — and sweet their lay.
Unwritten Poems Poet: Unknown
There are poems unwritten and songs unsung
Sweeter than any that ever were heard;
Poems that will wait for an angel-tongue,
Songs that long for a paradise bird;
Poems that rippled through lowliest lives,
Poems unnoted, and hidden away
Down in souls where the beautiful thrives
Sweetly as flowers in the airs of May;
Poems that only the angels above us,
Looking down deep in our hearts may behold;
Felt, though unseen by the beings who love us;
Written on lives all in letters of gold.
Sing to my soul that sweet song that thou livest;
Read me the poem that never was penned,
The wonderful idyl of Life that thou givest,
Fresh from thy spirit, Beautiful Friend.
Poetry Can Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Poetry can be compared to people.
Some are complicated, some so simple
Some are short some are tall
Poems reflect them all.
Reading a poem can change your thoughts
You may find the verses connect the dots.
Poetry can be happy or sad
It can make us feel gloomy or glad.
A verse or two can bring a smile
To an adult and a little child.
A poem can offer us wisely advice
Often they contain a message in disguise.
They usually don't take long to read
They can inspire us to do a good deed.
Poems contain much wisdom too
Written from experiences that are true.
So appreciate the Poet's art
In their words, wisdom they depart
Reflect on the verses you read
And listen to the wisdom they heed.
A Collection of All Poems
to Inspire and Encourage
One last thought on poetry from Bryant in his remarks about English Poetry:
"I have known persons
who frankly said that they took no pleasure in reading poetry, and perhaps the
number of those who make this admission would be greater were it not for the
fear of appearing singular.
But to the great mass of mankind, Poetry is really
a delight and a refreshment. To many, perhaps to most, it is not requisite that
it should be of the highest degree of merit.
Nor, although it be true that the
poems which are most famous and most highly prized are works of considerable
length, can it be said that the pleasure they give is in any degree proportionate
to the extent of their plan. It seems to me that it is only poems of a moderate
length or else portions of the greater works to which I refer, that produce the
effect upon the mind and heart which make the charm of this kind of writing.
The proper office of poetry, in filling the mind with delightful images and awakening the gentler emotions, is not accomplished on a first and rapid perusal, but requires that the words should be dwelt upon until they become in a certain sense
our own, and are adopted as the utterance of our own minds."