Poetry corner (such an original title)

I know it is very hard to outshine Birdy's effort at writing poetry so I have decided not to try. Instead I shall offer John Keats's take on an autumn day. Ahem, ladies and gentlemen, I give you:

To Autumn. 1820. by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells.




  • and I give you....I walked out in my coat of pride and looked about on everyside....forgotten the rest.

  • waterbuttswaterbutts Posts: 1,221

    Oh dear, sorry. Didn't mean to sound snotty nosed. Just liked the words.image

  • no,lovely poem,....I myself love poetry ..just I cant remember the lines these days.image

  • waterbuttswaterbutts Posts: 1,221

    image Me neither. And so often the lines that I remember go round and round in loops instead of straight on to the end.image

  • nutcutletnutcutlet Posts: 24,050

    I love 'To Autumn' and I'm not really a peotry person. Just a few I like

  • waterbuttswaterbutts Posts: 1,221

    I won't bore everyone with the next two verses! I have limited poetry capacity myself.

  • Slowly silently now the moon, walks the night in her silver shoon

    This way and that she peers and sees, silver fruit upon silver trees

    One by one the casements catch, her beams beneath the silvery thatch

    Crouched in his kennel like a log, with paws of silver sleeps the dog

    From their shadowy cotes the white breasts peep of doves in a silver feathered sleep

    A harvest mouse goes scampering by, with silver claw and silver eye

    And moveless fish in the water gleam of silver reeds in a silver stream

    I was tought this at school many (MOONS) ago






  • I edited this poem but couldnt insert it on here, doing something wrong obviously


    oops it worked image

  • archiepemarchiepem Posts: 1,156

    high waving heather neath stormy skies

  • waterbuttswaterbutts Posts: 1,221


    Tomstattyead, you obviously had a very effective teacher. Can you remember the teacher? Can you remember who wrote the poem?

    Archiepem, is that your own?image

  • archiepemarchiepem Posts: 1,156

    emily jane bronteimage

  • waterbuttswaterbutts Posts: 1,221

    It's been a bit Wuthering here today.image

  • One of my most clear childhood memories is of a picture on the wall at home, which had upon it the verse:

    The things I sow, somehow don't grow

    I'm sorely disenchanted.

    But, oh, what luck I have with things

    I never even planted



    The poem was by Walter De La Mare, yes I do remember my teachers. I love poetry even had ago myself, but mine are more rymes than poems..


  • I got some statistics on line about the angel of the north and wrote a little rhyme based on them


    Four double decker busses would not exceed his hight.

    He's one of Englands icons, a most impressive sight.

    Can jumbo jets outspan him, this angel of renown

    He doesn't wear a halo, and his skin is reddish brown

    He's loved by all who know him, no one can guess his worth

     He is our special angel

    The angel of the north

  • I'm pretty bad at poetry, but one that has always stuck with me was called "two cats of kilkenny"

    There were two cats of Kilkenny,

    and each thought there was one cat too many,

    so they fought and they fit,

    they scratched and they bit,

    until instead of two cats... there werent any..

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