Georgics are poetry and books dealing with agricultural and rural themes, generally glorifying outdoor work and rustic country living. Check this out to read all you need to know about this poetic form.
Whilst bequeathedare the grasping wealthywith pilfered, false grandeur,plundered and encumberedare droves of working poor. As the rancid windof wrongness ragesand fiercely blustersin your faces,arise, my brethren, arise,effect its due demise,for benumbed you’ve been for ages…arise,…
I met a traveler in the nightneath a moon of ashen hue…he pointed toward a distant throneand bade me look thereto. There sat a king with vacant eyes,adorned in jewels of great renown,and all the…
The mind knows what the heart craves, but it’s not enough for my soul to take. Everyday I live my life in monotony, so that one day I can wake up in luxury. When I…
Time lingers in echoes, threading through past and promise. Yet the dawn stirs, not as an end, but a quiet uprising. Beneath the weight of yesterday, light fractures and spills forward an unspoken defiance, a tender beginning. In the hush before the world awakens, footsteps carve the path anew, resilience humming in their wake.
Time lingers in echoes, threading through past and promise. Yet the dawn stirs, not as an end, but a quiet uprising. Beneath the weight of yesterday, light fractures and spills forward an unspoken defiance, a tender beginning. In the hush before the world awakens, footsteps carve the path anew, resilience humming in their wake.
A free bird I want to be Despite the fears of freedom Despite the unfamiliarity of the destination Free as a bird I want to be
“Here, have this,” Julie said to the little boy while offering a fresh glass of lemonade. He was a two-year-old thin boy wearing ragged clothes and having a fair complexion with blonde hair. The boy…
Sometimes we get so caught up in complaining about life we forget about the basic luxuries we have. This poem can set our mind free by making us realize how privileged we are that most people didn’t have- freedom.