The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes.

THE MISTLETOE hung in the castle hall,The holly branch shone on the old oak wall;And the baron's retainers were blithe and gay,And keeping their Christmas holiday.The baron beheld with a father's prideHis beautiful child, young Lovell's bride;While she with her bright eyes seemed to beThe star of the goodly company.“I'm weary of dancing now,” she cried;“Here, tarry a If we have inadvertently included a copyrighted poem that the copyright holder does not wish to be displayed, we will take the poem down within 48 hours upon notification by the owner or the owner's legal representative (please use the contact form at http://www.poetrynook.com/contact or email "admin [at] poetrynook [dot] com"). In fact, gothic elements are quite prevalent in Christmas literature, from Dickens’ ‘A Christmas Carol’ through to films like Tim Burton’s ‘Nightmare before Christmas’. Each of our gorgeous pamphlets contains poems to lift the spirits and boasts a beautiful cover to rival any […], ATTENTION : Please enable Javascript in your browser for full site functionality, Summertime, summertime – poems for sunny days.

(Yay to the apple... 'A riot of sunlight ' - gosh I just love that phrase and this whole poem. '", A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman. "The Mistletoe Bough," lyrics by Thomas Haynes Bayly, music by Sir Henry Bishop, is a ballad composed around 1830 retelling a traditional tale about a newlywed bride who accidentally locks herself in an old oak trunk while playing hide-and-seek with members of her wedding party, who then spend a long night searching for her in vain. No! ~Robert Penn Warren, Poetry is ordinary language raised to the nth power. There is something of the gothic fairytale in this poem, a re-telling of earlier versions of the story of the mistletoe bough and the mysterious disappearance of a bride.

It is its end and aim. In a game of hide-and-seek held at the reception, the bride took off still in her dress – never to be seen again. - Anne Sexton, If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. I'd love to hear what you think! When I started posting love themed poems this week, I kept thinking what I would post today on Valentine's. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. "They have to become the marrow in your bones.

Other times there’s a delicious lingering of warmth so that autumn seems to be merely a softer, more gentle version of what has gone before. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "Always learn poems by heart," she said. ~Percy Byshe Shelley, Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. ~Robert Frost, Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. Here's a poem that uses structure and subject matter in an ingenious way to get its theme across. ~Allen Ginsberg, Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them. By registering with PoetryNook.Com and adding a poem, you represent that you own the copyright to that poem and are granting PoetryNook.Com permission to publish the poem.