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Kisses
Jenny Kissed Me by Leigh Hunt Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I’m weary, say I’m sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me; Say I’m growing old, but add— Jenny kissed…
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Lexicographic
I had the greatest lexicographic moment of my life when I looked up the word ‘cromlech’ after reading this poem. The Cromlech by Louis MacNeice From trivia of froth and pollen White tufts in the rabbit warren And every minute like a thicket Nicked and dropped, nicked and dropped, Extracters and abstracters ask What emerges,…
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Boredom
The other day, I decided to try my hand at composing a more modern piece of poetry, but the results were dismal: A Meta-Analysis of Free Verse in Free VerseorOde on Itself by Michael Hoke Imagine how beautiful this poem could have been had you but written it Yourself I was struck today, however, when…