Peace-poems: Banal, Divine Caricature, And Today? Today, by J. W. Cassandra. The poems had been written scattered in time: poem “Banal” I wrote in 1982 yet, when I was only 20. Poem “Divine Caricature” was written in 2011 and, the last 2 of them was created recently. I joined them as peace-poems, though the 2nd one belongs to my volume II, Sun-book, cycle Triumph of Peace. All the others I haven’t placed into any of my volumes, yet. I felt so that nothing changed from 1982, so I share this ‘short cycle’. Maybe, somebody will think of it…
Peace-poems: Banal, Divine Caricature, And Today? Today, by J. W. Cassandra. The poems had been written scattered in time: poem “Banal” I wrote in 1982 yet, when I was only 20. Poem “Divine Caricature” was written in 2011 and, the last 2 of them was created recently. I joined them as peace-poems, though the 2nd one belongs to my volume II, Sun-book, cycle Triumph of Peace. All the others I haven’t placed into any of my volumes, yet. I felt so that nothing changed from 1982, so I share this ‘short cycle’. Maybe, somebody will think of it…
‘A Servant When He Reigneth’, is this the scenario that explains the status of the leaders across the world? The ones who could be moved by just anyone and their words have no weights left…
Are they really more than ever a slave?
This poem depicts Blake’s sheer admiration for the ‘Tyger’ and for the God who made this mortal. This poem is full of questions. There are a total of 13 question marks in the poem.
This is one of the finest poems written by Wilfred Owen, in the backdrop of WWI.
In this poem, he talks about how the soldiers sentiently keep waiting for the possible exposure to death, in the poorest of weather conditions. Always ready to die, their brains ache. ‘But nothing happens’. It highlights the effect of the weather on battle-weary soldiers and in addition puts their plight into context when it momentarily touches on the dream of a return home.
The poem beautifully presents the thoughts of the poet through the mouth of the baby who is still unborn. The baby is well aware of the gravity of the situation across the world that he is just too scared to take birth. He simply knows that the world is too evil that he will not be able to sustain here, given its innocence.
Sometimes the people closest to you invalidate your feelings because they don’t want to deal with the ramifications. This poem is a response to invalidation from those you love. https://www.instagram.com/p/BwiU-dsBqJ8/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
Love shouldn’t turn to hate!
Though we get knocked by life’s excesses yet, we strive to live to become relevant. We battle forces beyond our capacities but our resilience as sapiens makes it possible to survive.
This extremely famous poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye has been read at countless funerals and public occasions. The author composed this poem in a moment of inspiration and scribbled it on a paper bag. She wrote it to comfort a family friend who had just lost her mother and was unable to even visit her grave.
In this poem Dylan Thomas asserts that all men on their death beds should resist death as strongly as they can. They should only leave this world kicking and screaming, furious that they have to die at all. This poem was written by Dylan Thomas for his dying father.
Beta Cancri is the brightest star in the constellation of cancer, his zodiac sign. This is where the character experienced deep lost in space. With him gazing to the stars, he constantly asks all of the stars of his savior to save him from this vacuum of space. He is hopeless, but still searches desperately. Unfolding every galaxy, every star to find his safety. Tetrabiblos is the ultimate book of the stars authored by Ptolemy. In this poem, this is his one way ticket to outer space. He would risk everything to go back with his sanctuary.
Though this poem, Longfellow does not want to accept life as an ’empty dream’. According to him, death is for body, the soul lives on forever. We should love to live the journey of life instead of just aiming for the grave.
In the poem, Emily talks about hope, something that’s got feathers and perches in the soul, and sings wordless songs like a beautiful bird.
Its sound can be heard in the chilliest land and in the strangest sea but never loud and clear. It takes a part of the soul of the person having it.
I often think about the sky and how it’s admired by many. Some for the cloud patterns others for the star constellations. How a person can be so intently infatuated with something that’s constantly changing,…
