Types Of Poetry; Composed by Lei!

What Love Isn’t
By Edna St Vincent Millay
Love is not all: It is neither meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain,Nor yet a floating spar to men that sinkAnd rise and sink and rise and sink again.Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breathNor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;Yet many a man is making friends with deathEven as I speak, for lack of love alone.It well may be that in a difficult hour,Pinned down by need and moaning for releaseOr nagged by want past resolutions power,I might be driven to sell you love for peace,Or trade the memory of this night for food.It may well be. I do not think I would.


The Legend of Lady Godiva
When powerful lords ruled Englandin the days of King Canute,
Godgifu rode through Coventrywearing her birthday suit.

Society then had womenwell out of public view.
Godgifu showed much charity.
She was religious too.

Leofric, the Earl of Mercia,
her husband in God's name,
would persecute the church she served
and commonfolk the same.

To pay for Canute's bodyguard
he never showed mercy,
imposing heavy taxes onthe folk of Coventry.

Godgifu quarrelled frequently
to beg he change his ways,
to plead that he be lenient
and not take all their pays.

One day they had an argument
this much he had to say,
"I promise to remit the tax
if you on market day

will ride the streets of Coventry
stark naked on your horse.
"Knowing full well his pious wife
would not do this, of course.

But Leofric had forgotten of
Godgifu's great concern
and compassion for the people.
They showed respect in turn.

Lady Godgifu requested
that people stay inside
behind their shuttered windows when
she passed by on her ride.

It was a such a famous journey.
The beautiful and fair
Lady Godgifu rode the streets
clothed just in long blonde hair.

There only was one person who
could not resist a peep,
the tailor, now called 'Peeping Tom'
struck blind, and left to weep.

The tyrant Leofric kept his word
and stopped collecting tax.
He changed his ways.
In Coventrythe people could relax.

The couple patched their differences,
sought out God together.
The legend of that daring ride
will live on forever.
It was such a famous journey.
The beautiful and fair
Lady Godgifu rode the streets
clothed just in long blonde hair
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Dying
byEmily Dickinson

I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.

The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.

I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable,-and then
There interposed a fly,

With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.

Ode to S'mores

An ode to s’mores
I love them more
Every single day

Nice and sweet
My favorite treat
I’d eat them anyway

Tasty and yummy
Inside my tummy
Give me more I say

I do adore
My cherished s’mores
I’ll eat them June through May

Soft n fluffy
Big n puffy
They make me want to play

Or when I’m mad
And feeling sad
They chase my clouds away

An ode to s’mores
I want some more
Every single day

If we ran out
I’d have to shout, “MOM,
get some more today! ”

By Luke Bushen

Breakfast Elegy



Breakfast Elegy

can't eat any bacon
a soprano is screaming
like a dying pig

the elegy of morning
a glass of orange juice

she is not singing
that faint groaning elegy
which no one can sing

the CD player is working
I fixed it

one CD I bought
shows a woman's white bare breasts
my coffee is cold

a sound of a school bus outside
it must go where it must go

there is a curtain
which hangs over the window
not over a corpse

drifting silence
a still fly on the table

just two of us
now

Suchoon Mo_

By Anna Cormorant

Why am I standing here, alone,
When outside you are knocking, knocking?
I cannot come to you-
My feet are glued to the floor.
Forgive me, but I feared you!
Would that you could open the door,
But I have locked it!
Ah! What sorrow I have brought upon myself!
How you shout, how you plead for entrance
And how I want you to enter,
But you have not the strength to break the door.
Well, come on then! Find another way in!



Villanelle Of Spring Bells
by Keith Douglas

Bells in the town alight with spring
converse, with a concordance of new airs
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

People emerge from winter to hear them ring,
children glitter with mischief and the blind man hears
bells in the town alight with spring.

Even he on his eyes feels the caressing
finger of Persephone, and her voice escaped from tears
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

Bird feels the enchantment of his wing
and in ten fine notes dispels twenty cares.
Bells in the town alight with spring

warble the praise of Time, for he can bring
this season: chimes the merry heaven bears
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.

All evil men intent on evil thing
falter, for in their cold unready ears
bells in the town alight with spring
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.