‘Diving into wreck’ is a poem that talks about the whole diving experience of a sea diver straight from the preparation stage until when he reaches the bottom of the sea to find a wreck. This poem talks about the whole emotional journey of the diver.
William Shakespeare in this sonnet seems a bit concerned about the fact that his style of writing isn’t up-to-date with the new style of writing. Yet he seems to have accepted the fact that it can’t be changed, as it reflects him and his true feelings.
All he can write about is his love.
“Wild Geese” is an attempt by Oliver to inspire people to be true to themselves and nature rather than run a never-ending race to be perfect for people. And that “you” are not alone with a life full of despair. There are millions, and you will definitely find someone to share it with. You just need some patience. This is also and attempts by the poet to promote human connectivity.
A short poem filled with simplicity that states two truths that you all must know before you grow old and die. A poem by William Butler Yeats that compares wine with love.
The Moon Is Bleeding, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote today morning and share here both in English and Hungarian. I put it into my volume titled Incompletion, cycle Transgression. I used the word ‘sunlight’ purportedly instead of ‘sunshine’. And, at the end of the sonnet the subject is you who, read through my poem.
The Moon Is Bleeding, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote today morning and share here both in English and Hungarian. I put it into my volume titled Incompletion, cycle Transgression. I used the word ‘sunlight’ purportedly instead of ‘sunshine’. And, at the end of the sonnet the subject is you who, read through my poem.
Maybe, I Shall Return Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. I write in it the eternal loss and value – and the probable returning and rediscovery…
Maybe, I Shall Return Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. I write in it the eternal loss and value – and the probable returning and rediscovery…
Maybe, I Shall Return Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. I write in it the eternal loss and value – and the probable returning and rediscovery…
Maybe, I Shall Return Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. I write in it the eternal loss and value – and the probable returning and rediscovery…
The graceful ocean It’s waves of satin Shimmer to the light Woven by the sovereign. Its fabric in turmoil Racing to kiss Skin of white sand Then returns to such bliss. Its shades…
The graceful ocean It’s waves of satin Shimmer to the light Woven by the sovereign. Its fabric in turmoil Racing to kiss Skin of white sand Then returns to such bliss. Its shades…
This poem is a perfect word of wisdom for all the people. This tells you the importance of today. The fact that you are able to breathe, it gives you the list of possibilities, the buffet of the courses of action from which you can wisely choose the best one.
In this poem, the speaker talks about his love that was long lost. Lost, because it was so strong that everyone at the ‘kingdom by the sea’ envied it. The speaker believes that this, even though they were just little kids, love between him and his Annabel Lee was stronger and deeper than the ones between the people older and wiser than them. That despite the physical distance no one can part their souls from each other. Their love was real love and no teenage crush.
William Wordsworth says that instead of living in a high-society, modern world, with up-to-date technology (blooming at the cost of nature), he would rather choose to be a low-born or ‘pagan-born’ and enjoy the scene of Proteus (the moon of the sea) rising from the sea.
William Wordsworth poems are highly inspired by his love for nature.
