National Poetry Month

A Choice by Paul Laurence Dunbar
They please me not— these solemn songs
That hint of sermons covered up.
‘T is true the world should heed its wrongs,
But in a poem let me sup,
Not simples brewed to cure or ease
Humanity’s confessed disease,
But the spirit-wine of a singing line,
Or a dew-drop in a honey cup!

magnetic poetry - slightlyironicweather

“the sea is giddy today
its laughter spills over the bridge
freckles our faces
with salt”

—	From #30days30poems, Day 4-Adrin

Discipline
George Herbert (b. 1593)

THROW away thy rod,
Throw away thy wrath:
                 O my God,
Take the gentle path.

For my hearts desire
Unto thine is bent:
                 I aspire
To a full consent.

Nor a word or look
I affect to own,
                 But by book,
And thy book alone.

Though I fail, I weep:
Though I halt in pace,
                 Yet I creep
To the throne of grace.

Then let wrath remove;
Love will do the deed:
                 For with love
Stonie hearts will bleed.

Love is swift of foot;
Love’s a man of warre,
                 And can shoot,
And can hit from farre.

Who can scape his bow?
That which wrought on thee,
                 Brought thee low,
Needs must work on me.

Throw away thy rod;
Though man frailties hath,
                 Thou art God:
Throw away thy wrath.


Inspired to write your own poetry yet? Some are making the whole month full of poetry. Writing a poem a day.
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