Rain By Edward Thomas Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks For washing me cleaner than I have been Since I was born into this solitude….

The Darkling Thrush By Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate       When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate       The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky…

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…

“Invictus” is a short poem by English poet William Ernest Henley. Henley wrote it in 1875, and in 1888 he published it in his first volume of poems, Book of Verses, in the section titled “Life and Death”. INVICTUS 👏🙏 Out of the night that covers me,Black as the pit…

Now have come the shining daysWhen field and wood are robed anew,And o’er the world a silver hazeMingles the emerald with the blue. Summer now doth clothe the landIn garments free from spot or stain—The lustrous leaves, the hills untanned,The vivid meads, the glaucous…

https://spotifycreators-web.app.link/e/4B2eDv6kyTb Can’t is the worst word that’s written or spoken;Doing more harm here than slander and lies;On it is many a strong spirit broken,And with it many a good purpose dies.It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each…

The Owl and The Pussy Cat The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea    In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money,    Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above,    And…

Poem by John Dryden Absalom And Achitophel In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli’d his kind, Ere one to one was cursedly confin’d: When Nature prompted, and no Law deni’d Promiscuous use of concubine…

🔉 – POETIC FLOWS PODCAST Defeat By Kahlil GibranDefeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory. Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,Through you I know that I…

Good Books byEdgar Guest Good books are friendly things to own.If you are busy they will wait.They will not call you on the phoneOr wake you if the hour is late.They stand together row by row,Upon the low shelf or the high.But if you’re lonesome this you know:You have…