Posts Tagged ‘future’

Do Not Despair by Dennis Lange

Posted in My Poems, Villanelle, tagged bard on the hill, bruised, dark is the night, days of, Dennis Lange, depression, Do Not Despair, future, hurt, pierced by thorns, poems, poetry, present, splendor, suicide, thrown stones, villanelle, young and tender, youth on September 29, 2016| 2 Comments »

Do not despair when you are young and tender –
Though pierced by thorns, confused, and by thrown stones are bruised,
The ache will pass; then comes the days of splendor.

Time serves you and the answer it will render.
Though dark now is the night, the sunrise will be bright.
Do not despair when you are young and tender –

Though it may seem that hope of joy is slender,
The aged felt that way, in some past dismal day.
The ache will pass; then comes the days of splendor.

Till weak are strong, the world attempts to hinder.
A sapling blown by wind, a mighty oak will end.
Do not despair when you are young and tender –

Now isn’t all; it preens as a pretender
It fills the present space; confronts us face to face.
But aches will pass; then comes the days of splendor.

The sullen days are few; do not surrender
The prize goes to the few who see their troubles through.
Do not despair when you are young and tender –
The ache will pass; then comes the days of splendor.

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The Darkened Veil by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Posted in E-H, Poems of Other Poets, tagged bard on the hill, darkened veil, fate's fixed mysterious book, future, Nathaniel Hawthorne, painted, poems, poetry, unborn ages slowly sail on May 10, 2016| 2 Comments »

Oh could I raise the darken’d veil,
Which hides my future life from me,
Could unborn ages slowly sail,
Before my view – and could I see
My every action painted there,
To cast one look I would not dare.
There poverty and grief might stand,
And dark Despair’s corroding hand,
Would make me seek the lonely tomb
To slumber in its endless gloom.
Then let me never cast a look,
Within Fate’s fix’d mysterious book.

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Never The Time And Place by Robert Browning

Posted in A-B (by poet name), Poems of Other Poets, Uncategorized, tagged bard on the hill, close safe warm sleep, flushing cheek, furtive ear, future, hostile eye, magic weather, May, Never the time and the place, outside storms strangers, past, path how soft to pace, poems, poetry, Robert Browning" > on March 31, 2016| 5 Comments »

Never the time and the place
…And the loved one all together!
This path – how soft to pace!
…This May – what magic weather!
Where is the loved one’s face?
In a dream that loved one’s face meets mine,
…But the house is narrow, the place is bleak
Where, outside, rain and wind combine
…With a furtive ear, if I arrive to speak,
…With a hostile eye at my flushing cheek,
With a malice that marks each word, each sign!
O enemy sly and serpentine,
…Uncoil thee from the waking man!
……Do I hold the Past
……Thus firm and fast
…Yet doubt if the Future hold I can?
…This path so soft to pace shall lead
…Through the magic of May to herself indeed!
…Or narrow if needs the house must be,
Outside are the storms and strangers: we –
Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she,
…– I and she!