The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet.

A Supplication

Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet! Forget not yet when first began The weary...

By Sir Thomas Wyatt
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30 September


I sat on the front step with the clouds covering the rays And as I surrendered to the moment I realized the sun doesn’t always shine Sometimes your parents...

By Breanna Marchand
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29 September


I do loathe the rain, blissfully falling to Earth, In a short thunderous burst yet upon impact, No feeling of Pain. No one would miss a single silent-- Drop of Rain ~ Ambiguous within...

By Leland K. Kennedy
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28 September


The lark now leaves his wat’ry nest, And climbing shakes his dewy wings. He takes this window for the East, And to implore your light he sings— Awake, awake! the...

By Sir William Davenant
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27 September

The Life of Man

The world’s a bubble; and the life of man less than a span. In his conception wretched; from the womb so to the tomb: Curst from the cradle,...

By Sir Francis Bacon
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26 September

The Deathbed

We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. But when the morn came...

By Thomas Hood
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24 September

All for Love

O talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of...

By Lord Byron
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23 September

A Sea Dirge

Full fathom five thy father lies: Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into...

By William Shakespeare
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22 September

The Blind Boy

O say what is that thing call'd Light, Which I must ne'er enjoy; What are the blessings of the sight, O tell your poor blind boy! You talk of wondrous things...

By Colley Cibber
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21 September

Character of a Happy Life

How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill; Whose passions not his masters are; Whose...

By Sir Henry Wotton
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20 September