Ode on a Grecian Urn - An Ekphrasis poem by John Keats
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Ode On a Grecian Urn | Ekphrasis Poem by John Keats

Ode on Grecian urn is an ekphrasis poem dedicated to an urn from Greece that’s telling immortal stories about the pictures that are depicted on it. These stories mesmerize the speaker.

Ode on a Grecian Urn - An Ekphrasis poem by John Keats
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meaningless struggle

one day i am gonna drown

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A Small Irony

“And even beneath scars, there is a ghost of a smile.”

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They Are Coming | An Eclogue by Ritika Nahata at UpDivine
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They Are Coming | An Eclogue by Ritika Nahata

They Are Coming – The Poem They say my village’s soil is gold,And it’ll be much before I am oldour affluence will rise manifoldBut I think that the move is too boldthrough factories in every…

They Are Coming | An Eclogue by Ritika Nahata at UpDivine
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Dream Power

What is faith?

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POETS BY THE LAKES!

I’d wander and often adrift Only to pursue tranquility and escape  Being able to liberate words of a poet Cascades of which flow alongside the lakes   I’d often meander amidst wilderness That embrace ever-flowing…

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Penance

“…..God must be sick of the sight of me.”

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J. W. Cassandra: Viharrózsa

Rose of Storm, by J. W. Cassandra. My newest poem, this was the 2nd one yesterday. I saw the illustrating photo and the poem came to my mind, so again I was the scribbler… I didn’t place it into any of my volumes yet. I share the poem in English and in Hungarian as well. Illustration: by Manfred Richter, Pixabay. And I’d like to note this time – entirely as a personal note -, my dear friends here, that I have to have a break till about 10th July. Because we move into a new house, and I’ll have but a few time for anything. After it I’ll return. If I manage, I’ll share some short writings in the meantime. Thank you to bear my personal note. 😊 I wish you all a great time for that term. By for now!

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Rose of Storm, by J. W. Cassandra

Rose of Storm, by J. W. Cassandra. My newest poem, this was the 2nd one yesterday. I saw the illustrating photo and the poem came to my mind, so again I was the scribbler… I didn’t place it into any of my volumes yet. I share the poem in English and in Hungarian as well. Illustration: by Manfred Richter, Pixabay. And I’d like to note this time – entirely as a personal note -, my dear friends here, that I have to have a break till about 10th July. Because we move into a new house, and I’ll have but a few time for anything. After it I’ll return. If I manage, I’ll share some short writings in the meantime. Thank you to bear my personal note. 😊 I wish you all a great time for that term. By for now!

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J. W. Cassandra: Piros almáim

This poem I wrote yesterday, along with an another poem. I did not place this one into any of my volumes yet, I’ll do so later. The poem came to my mind 2 days ago indeed, and I quickly wrote the 1st strophe. Then I felt, it requires to be continued, but my daughter told me, this is ready, finished, a whole poem. Not in vain I felt that it isn’t so: yesterday the whole poem came to my mind and I was only the “scribbler”. 😊 I hope you’ll like it. I share it both in English and in Hungarian. Illustration: by Manfred Richter, Pixabay.

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My Red Apples, by J. W. Cassandra

This poem I wrote yesterday, along with an another poem. I did not place this one into any of my volumes yet, I’ll do so later. The poem came to my mind 2 days ago indeed, and I quickly wrote the 1st strophe. Then I felt, it requires to be continued, but my daughter told me, this is ready, finished, a whole poem. Not in vain I felt that it isn’t so: yesterday the whole poem came to my mind and I was only the “scribbler”. 😊 I hope you’ll like it. I share it both in English and in Hungarian. Illustration: by Manfred Richter, Pixabay.

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Her

Drowned in colors of fall Dusk hues sourround my sight With the setting sun in her hands I chase the dying light The night stares at dawn whispers a little more to hang on with…

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Wind

Whenever the sweet wind blows it reminds me the blissful memories of my childhood. The glorious evenings of my life when me and my old friends played under the velvet sky . The chirping of…

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Pathetic Fallacy

….another grey washed-out sunny day…

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J. W. Cassandra: Az Aranykor vége

The End of the Golden Age, by J. W. Cassandra, by J. W. Cassandra, detail. I share a detail of my second legend that came to life and that live in my world of fantasy. The story as a Golden Age means only a fantasy, it has nothing to do with that of ancient legends. This age lives only in my imagination. As I mentioned at my first dragon legend, I have a volume containing legends and tales woven around the Four Rivers’ Dragon, living in my imagination. That legend is the first of them and is the keynote at the same time. The today story is the 2nd one, it is just as important as a keynote as the first one. The story is continued in my website by the following headlines: „Struggle against the Evil”. It was written in 2004, translated in 2021. Here you can see the Hungarian version. Illustration to my story is by p2227754, Pixabay. You can read my entire legend in this link (copy to your browser, please): www.jwcassandra.simplesite.com/ I share the first part of the legend both in English and Hungarian. I hope, you will read the entire work, as well. Please, leave a comment and like it on my website. Thank you.

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