Saturday, December 31, 2016

Happy New Year

Wishing Everyone
A Very Happy New Year
Love Poetictouch

Heal The World

Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me
And the entire human race
There are people dying
If you care enough for the living
Make it a better place
For you and for me.

~ Michael Jackson

Painting: A Child From My Country by Tammam Jaramani

Friday, December 30, 2016

Sweet Is The Breath Of Morn

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds.

~ John Milton

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

O Woman

O Woman, lovely Woman, magic flower,
What loves, what pleasures in thy graces meet!
Thou blushing blossom, dropt from Eden's bower;
Thou fair exotic, delicately sweet!

~ John Clare

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Some Yellow Flowers

Against the blue moving its own blue,
the sea, and against the sky,
some yellow flowers.

~ Pablo Neruda

Monday, December 26, 2016

O Bed! O Bed!

O bed! O bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.

~ Thomas Hood

Sunday, December 25, 2016

See Yonder Little Cloud

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away
Over the snowy peaks!

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

At Christmas

At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.

~ William Shakespeare

Saturday, December 24, 2016

There must be some word today
From my girlfriend so far away
Please Mister Postman look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me.

~ The Beatles

Friday, December 23, 2016

O Lord

O Lord, that lends me life,
Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!

~ William Shakespeare

Thursday, December 22, 2016

This Haiku

This haiku brings you
Warm greetings and good wishes
From Poetictouch

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Love Has Gone

Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through, –
There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

Monday, December 19, 2016

I Had A Mother Who Read To Me

You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be –
I had a Mother who read to me.

~ Strickland Gillilan

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Heaven and Hell

I don't know why everyone
is still trying to find out
whether heaven and hell exist.
Why do we need more evidence?
They exist here on this very Earth.
Heaven is standing atop Mount Qasioun
overlooking the Damascene sights
with the wind carrying Qabbani's
dulcet words all around you.
And hell is only four hours away
in Aleppo where children's cries
drown out the explosions of mortar bombs
until they lose their voice,
their families, and their limbs.
Yes, hell certainly does exist
right now, at this moment,
as I pen this poem. And all we're doing
to extinguish this hellfire
is sighing, shrugging, liking, and sharing.
Tell me: what exactly does that make us?
Are we any better than the gatekeepers of hell?

~ Kamand Kojouri

Friday, December 16, 2016

O Body Swayed To Music

O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?

~ William Butler Yeats

Photo: Alessandra Ferri

True Poesy

True poesy is not in words,
But images that thoughts express,
By which the simplest hearts are stirred
To elevated happiness.

~ John Clare

Thursday, December 15, 2016

The Beauty Of My Flower

She loosed her robe, that I might see
Her body, lissome as a tree.
The calyx opened in that hour
And oh, the beauty of my flower!

~ Al-Mu'tamid Ibn 'Abbad

I Heard A Bird Sing

I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December,
A magical thing
And sweet to remember:
"We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September."

~ Oliver Herford

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

That It Will Never Come Again

That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet.

~ Emily Dickinson

A Revolution Of Snow

Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything.

~ Billy Collins

Monday, December 12, 2016

Perfect Harmony

I'd like to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony.

~ The New Seekers

Friday, December 09, 2016


Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

~ Khalil Gibran

Thursday, December 08, 2016

I Make The Most Of All That Comes

I make the most of all that comes,
The least of all that goes.

~ Sara Teasdale
The Philosopher

Wednesday, December 07, 2016

What's Done Cannot Be Undone

What's done cannot be undone.

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: Lady Macbeth by Charles Soubre

Monday, December 05, 2016

Real Poets

Real poets must be truly honest men.

~ John Clare

Painting: John Clare by William Hilton

Sunday, December 04, 2016


Of winter's lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer's secret
Deep down within its heart.

~ Charles G. Stater

Saturday, December 03, 2016

Distant Hills

What is there in those distant hills
My fancy longs to see,
That many a mood of joy instills?

~ John Clare

Your Laughter

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

~ Pablo Neruda

Friday, December 02, 2016

Where's The Snow?

Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled – where's the snow?

~ Samuel Lover

Hope Is Like A Harebell

Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth.

~ Christina Rossetti

Thursday, December 01, 2016

I Grow Old

I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

~ T. S. Eliot

These Are Not Flowers

These are not flowers
for picking or smelling.
They are for
trapping, entangling.
Once caught, there's a
binding, a holding.
As if in reality,
we're lost without knowing.

~ Lori Woodley

Clouds On Clouds

Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven,
Curtain round the vault of heaven.

~ Thomas Love Peacock

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

The Spider's Touch

The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.

~ Alexander Pope

Tuesday, November 29, 2016


by Ghulam Ahmad Mahjoor (1885-1952)

O bulbul, let the freedom urge possess your soul!
Bid good bye to your cage, step out,
Gather your flowers and enjoy their bloom!

Speak out bold and clear. Your voice
Need not falter with fear
As when you sang within your cage.

In bondage, they served you ample food.
Now gather in the fields what grain you can,
And see how sweet is food in freedom!

Though unfreedom made you stammer,
Your call enchanted the birds of the air,
For it was born of love.

You can't remain with folded wings!
Plume them, fly and see the world.
See flowers now with eyes of freedom.

You don't know the latest about the garden!
Forget about the past; sing new songs now.

Mahjoor, throw away this belt of bondage!
From now, you are free as a bird.
Your heart commands, your voice obeys!

Monday, November 28, 2016

In Wales

In Wales there are jewels
To gather, but with the eye

~ R. S. Thomas

The Flowers Have Tender Little Souls

The flowers have tender little souls
That love, rejoice, aspire.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Sunday, November 27, 2016

The Faithful Beauty Of The Stars

Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,
The world's heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east
The faithful beauty of the stars.

~ Sara Teasdale

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Beauty Is But A Flower

Beauty is but a flower,
Which wrinkles will devour.

~ Thomas Nashe

Friday, November 25, 2016

The Frost Performs Its Secret Ministry

The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

When The Rose Is Faded

When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.

~ Walter de la Mare

Thursday, November 24, 2016

A Rat Crept Softly

A rat crept softly through the vegetation.

~ T. S. Eliot

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

The Flower Bloomed And Faded

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

~ Virginia Woolf

Beware Of Her Fair Hair

Beware of her fair hair, for she excels
All women in the magic of her locks;
And when she winds them round a young man's neck,
She will not ever set him free again.

~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
From Faust as translated by Shelley

Painting: Lady Lilith by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Hopes Decay

Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour,
I've seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never loved a tree or flower,
But 'twas the first to fade away.

~ Thomas Moore

The Smell Of Violets

The smell of violets, hidden in the green,
Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame
The times when I remember to have been
Joyful and free from blame.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Monday, November 21, 2016

Brilliant Moon

Brilliant moon,
is it true that you too
must pass in a hurry?

~ Kobayashi Issa

Her Very Frowns

Her very frowns are better far
Than smiles of other maidens are!

~ Hartley Coleridge

Painting: Sabinella by John William Godward

Sunday, November 20, 2016

I Love The Dew To See

Dropt here and there upon the flower
I love the dew to see.

~ John Clare

I Have Known Exile

I have known exile and a wild passion
Of longing changing to a cold ache.

~ R. S. Thomas

Photo: R. S. Thomas at his cottage in the Llyn Peninsula in Wales.