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Swelling of the ground
We paused before a house that seemed Swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound These lines are from the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson. In this stanza, the speaker and Death have stopped in front of a house that appears to be swelling off the ground.
Grew Quivering
Or rather, he passed us; The dews grew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle. These lines are also from the same poem, "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson. Here, the speaker continues to describe her carriage ride with Death, but the perspective shifts to the experience of the speaker as they pass through a field.
Gazing Grain
We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun.
Unsolvable Riddle
A riddle that has us all stumped So tricky, we just can't be trumped We search around, but nothing is found Oh, why can't this riddle be jumped?
Una SavagePublished about a year ago in PoetsSandcastles by the Sea
There once was a beach of delight, Where kids built castles in spite, Of parents' alarms, The sand was in arms, As they dug deeper with might.
Una SavagePublished about a year ago in PoetsGarden of Delight
Once there was a gardener so bold They planted seeds both young and old And with great care each day The garden did grow a great way
Una SavagePublished about a year ago in PoetsWinning Big in the Limerick Vocal Challenge
I tried the Limerick Vocal Challenge Which just gave me quite the advance I sang and I danced For I had a chance To win two grand in finance!
Una SavagePublished about a year ago in PoetsChanging the Stone-Age Clock
Pity the men who quail in dread, Charged with moving the stones ahead. All must be ordered One full hour forward,
We slowly drove, he knew no haste
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. These lines are the opening stanza of the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson.
A Teacher’s Lament
A teacher of rug rats am I In a room much like a pigsty The kids are all brats You can’t herd them like cats Time to retire to faraway Shanghai.
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Zulqarnain HaiderPublished about a year ago in PoetsSmall town disappearance
In a small town nestled deep in the countryside, an eerie sense of unease settled over the community when a resident suddenly vanished without a trace. The disappearance was shrouded in mystery, with no signs of a struggle or any indication of foul play. As days turned into weeks, rumors began to circulate, and the townspeople whispered about supernatural forces at play. The police investigation led to dead ends, and the search party's efforts yielded no clues. The small town was left with a haunting sense of loss and the unsettling feeling that something otherworldly had taken place in their midst