“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” | JOHN KEATS

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—         Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,         Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike task         Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask         Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,         Pillow’d uponContinue reading ““Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” | JOHN KEATS”

DARKNESS | LORD BYRON

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the starsDid wander darkling in the eternal space,Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earthSwung blind and blackening in the moonless air;Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,And men forgot their passions in the dreadOf this their desolation; andContinue reading “DARKNESS | LORD BYRON”

“The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!” | John Keats

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,
Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!

Top 5 Dramatic/Narrative Poetry of all the time

Poetry is the best art form that ever existed. Poetry isn’t restricted or subjected to follow any rule. However, it can be put into some niche based on its creation. Today, we would like to share with you, The Best 5 dramatic/Narrative poetry. Before we begin let us understand what dramatic poetry is? Dramatic poetry encompassesContinue reading “Top 5 Dramatic/Narrative Poetry of all the time”

Caged Bird | Poem | Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

A thing of Beauty is a joy for ever – by john Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathingA flowery band to bind us to the earth,Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearthOfContinue reading “A thing of Beauty is a joy for ever – by john Keats”