Quotes about lane, page 8
Ponnaga
Placenta night gathered
Thickness as mucous
On that unlighted lane
There on that rain-soaked lane
I chanced upon them scattered
And gleaming bright white
In the pools of light the car threw up
On the rain-drenched tar-
Five petals with long stems
Under a tree that still sent
A shower whenever the leaves willed
I pulled my car aside
And rushed to meet them
To gather a forgotten childhood for once
One two three…
The petals coated with damp mud
And the yellowishgreen stems
Hidden by the dark tar
Queerly exuding a forty year old perfume
Gathered once upon a time
[...] Read more
poem by Indira Babbellapati
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Telling her of our tender vows (Terzanelle)
Telling her of our tender vows
I invited her to a rendezvous
as a loving spouse
and without a clue
she came to the deserted lane.
I invited her to a rendezvous
and more than insane
I tossed her down a well to drown.
She came to the deserted lane,
met me with a smile and I her with a frown
and could not remember the summer that we fell in love.
I tossed her down a well to drown,
with a hot sun in the sky above
and I’d care for her as little as for Satan or God
and could not remember the summer that we fell in love.
[...] Read more
poem by Gert Strydom
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Funfair Love
Life is no game so,
Catch them young and ride them to victory.
From sunrise to sunset is the status of the young ones,
Like this young lady who is in love.
Life is no game so,
Play it well when you find your lover;
Like a groove little thing that sounds so sweet.
It is like a funfair love on my lover's lane,
And you've got me and i've got you;
All in this sweet paradise of love together.
Life is no game so,
Catch them young and ride them to victory.
Like a walk through Kingstown to Trench Town in Jamaica,
My love is real for you and yours is sweeter than the candy.
Every move i make is for you,
Every step i take is for you,
From coast to coast is your little thing which sounds so sweet;
Like a funfair love on a lover's lane!
[...] Read more
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
On The Downs
THE little moon is dead,
Drowned in the flood of rain
That drips from roof of byre and shed,
And splashes in the lane:
The leafless lean-flanked lane where last year's leaves are spread.
The sheep cower in the fold,
Where the rain beats them blind,
Where scarce the rotten hurdles hold
Against the weary wind
That moans with angry tears across the pathless wold.
Dim lights across the down
Show where the lone farms lie,
The twisted trees have lost their brown,
Are black against the sky,
And far below blink lights, gay lights of Brighton town.
[...] Read more
poem by Edith Nesbit
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Severance
She passed him walking down the lane,
She looked his way, but all in vain,
He paid no heed, no turn of his head,
She was once his love, her heart now bled.
Why was he cold, and so aloof,
This indifference, she supposed was proof,
Love no longer existed, it was gone forever,
No more would they find love together.
They now, could not be even friends,
How could she start to make amends,
She had not wanted this affair,
She'd apologised, her heart laid bare.
But no words of forgiveness came her way,
There were no words that she could say,
To ease the pain she had inflicted,
Upon this man, now so afflicted.
[...] Read more
poem by Ernestine Northover
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
A late walk
i walk through the lane again
now all tarred, laterite
the gravel all gone
pieces of my life
all the days of the years
the stones too
they hit the soft spots
under the feet
aching the heart
the lengthy lane
now so short for the legs
once so short
childhood friends, neighbours
they flew back, stared, walked
laughed from all angles
back and fore of my eyes
the heart leapt to yesteryears
inspired by
[...] Read more
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Spring In Lisnaboy
My many walks on memory lane i enjoy
'Twill soon be Spring again in old Lisnaboy
And though March 1 is the first of the calendar Spring
March can be wet and cold and few songbirds do sing.
But April she comes with her hosts of wildflowers
And the nesting birds sing in the mild April showers
And old Lisnaboy at it's best to be seen
And everywhere looking so lush and so green.
And April will fade to the beauty of May
And the swallows above the lush fields all the day
Will sing as they chase flies with young to be fed
In their mud nest on a rafter of some nearby shed
And at dawn before the sun shines in the sky
The skylark to greet the day upwards does fly
And the hawthorns heavy laden in their blossoms of white
In the full bloom of beauty a beautiful sight.
[...] Read more
poem by Francis Duggan
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Thoughts Of A Mother
My daughter would turn 10 next month…
I find it hard to believe!
It seems only yesterday
That she was born….
As my thoughts wander
Down the memory lane,
I am transported
To those restless days
In the balcony where I sat
On a low stool
With swollen feet and a heavy body
With waves of nausea and anxiety
Drowning me in the abyss of depression
Wondering if I was in for a second nightmare
Much more frightening than the last….
My daughter would complete one decade of her life next month…
I find it hard to believe!
It seems only yesterday
That she was born….
[...] Read more
poem by Jasbir Chatterjee
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Little Roads
The great roads are all grown over
That seemed so firm and white.
The deep black forests have covered them.
How should I walk aright?
How should I thread these tangled mazes,
Or grope to that far off light?
I stumble round the thickets, and they turn me
Back to the thickets and the night.
Yet, sometimes, at a word, an elfin pass-word,
(O, thin, deep, sweet with beaded rain!)
There shines, through a mist of ragged-robins,
The old lost April-coloured lane,
That leads me from myself; for, at a whisper,
Where the strong limbs thrust in vain,
At a breath, if my heart help another heart,
The path shines out for me again.
A thin thread, a rambling lane for lovers
To the light of the world's one May,
[...] Read more
poem by Alfred Noyes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Psychopath
The Psychopath
The lane is siesta empty, meanders forever amongst
olive trees and budding almond flowers, but afar I see
a black clad man, an ominous shadow, marching
towards me. He has got one hand in his pocket, a knife?
Bet he is a psychopath out to see if he can kill someone
without being caught. Nowhere to run fields are soggy
and he’s younger than me; he will catch up and plunge
a knife in me when I’m exhausted. When he stops and
looks around to be sure there are no witnesses, I quickly
bend down and pick up a big stone I can hit him over
the head with it, I think I’m stronger than him. He looks
tense as he passes me on the opposite side of the lane,
I stop pretend to look at the sky, can’t let him thrust his
knife in my back. He’s running now, see him disappear
around a sharp bend but I wait till sure he ain’t coming
back, I better arm myself with a kitchen knife next time
I go out the world is full of bad people.
poem by Oskar Hansen
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!