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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 23/06/2026

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 22/06/2026

John Keats, 1819. He envies the steadiness of a star, but not its cold solitude. What he really wants is to be that constant and unchanging while resting on the chest of the woman he loves. Keats was dying of tuberculosis as he wrote it; he'd be gone at 25. #poetry #poem #keats #star

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

Christina Rossetti, 1861. The whole poem is a conversation. An anxious traveller asking nervous questions about a hard journey, and a calm, patient voice answering every one. It reads as a metaphor for life itself: yes, the road is uphill the whole way; yes, there's rest at the end. #poetry #poetry

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

William Wordsworth, 1807. Two centuries before screens and notifications, he was already worried we'd traded our souls for "getting and spending" — too busy, too distracted, too out of tune to feel the sea or the wind anymore. Written in 1807. Hits a little different in 2026. #poetry #poem

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 16/06/2026

John Donne, c.1610. Most poems fear death, this one taunts it. Donne stares death down and calls it a fraud: a slave to fate and chance, no mightier than a night's sleep, and ultimately doomed itself. "Death, thou shalt die." #poetry #poem #Donne #death

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 16/06/2026

Oscar Wilde, 1881. The world remembers Wilde for his wit — but this is the other Wilde. He wrote it for his little sister Isola, who died at nine when he was twelve. He kept an envelope of her hair, decorated with her name, for the rest of his life. #poetry #poem #oscarwilde #ireland

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 13/06/2026

Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1877. A hymn of praise for everything imperfect — dappled, freckled, mottled, mismatched. Hopkins invented his own bouncing rhythm to write it, which is why it practically begs to be read out loud. #poem #poetry #Godisgood #poemly

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

William Blake, 1794. Eight lines, and scholars still argue about what it means — disease, lost innocence, secret love that corrupts what it touches. Blake leaves the "worm" deliberately unexplained. "And his dark secret love / Does thy life destroy." #poetry #poem #poemly #williamblake #roses

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1818. A traveller finds a smashed statue in the desert, once a god-king's monument to his own greatness, now just rubble in the sand. The boast "Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!" is still carved on it, with nothing left around it to admire. #poetry #poem #poemly

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 11/06/2026

A.E. Housman, 1896. The speaker does a little arithmetic, he's twenty, so at best he has fifty springs left to see the cherry trees bloom. Fifty sounds like a lot, until you realize that's all there is. #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #poemly

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 11/06/2026

W.B. Yeats, 1890. He wrote it homesick on a grey London street, suddenly aching for a tiny island in a lake back in Ireland where he'd dreamed of living simply, "nine bean-rows" and a beehive, and nothing else. #poetry #poem #yeats #ireland #poemly #poetrycommunity

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 10/06/2026

Emily Dickinson, c.1891. She published almost nothing in her lifetime and spent her last years in near-total seclusion, so this little poem mocking the need to be "Somebody" is half joke, half manifesto. #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #emilydickinson

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 10/06/2026

POV: you came to discuss the appeal and he's been doing poetry instead #poetry #poem #poemly

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 10/06/2026

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1850. Everyone knows the first line, but many don't know that it's a love letter to her husband, the poet Robert Browning, written in secret during their courtship. Her father had forbidden any of his children to marry; she eloped with Robert anyway. #poetry #poem

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 09/06/2026

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1851. Six lines, and not one wasted. An eagle on a cliff edge, the whole sky around him, and then that final line drops like the bird itself. "And like a thunderbolt he falls." #poem #poetry #poemly #eagle #poetrycommunity

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 09/06/2026

William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18 (1609). Everyone remembers the opening line — but the real twist is the ending: he's not just praising someone's beauty, he's promising that this poem itself will keep them alive forever. And four centuries later, it's working. #poem #poetry #Shakespeare #summer

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 08/06/2026

Christina Rossetti, 1862. It begins as a plea — remember me when I'm gone — and then, heartbreakingly, turns: she'd rather be forgotten than be the cause of someone's grief. Written when she was just 19. #poetry #poetrycommunity #poem #poemly #grief

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 08/06/2026

Ezra Pound, 1913. He wrote it after stepping off a train at La Concorde in the Paris Métro, struck by face after beautiful face emerging in the crowd. He spent months cutting the moment down, from thirty lines to two. #poetry #poem #poemly #paris #poetrycommunity

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 06/06/2026

Robert Frost, 1920. Nine lines on how the world ends. Desire or hate, fire or ice. #poetry #poem #robertfrost #poetrycommunity #saturday #weekend

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 05/06/2026

William Ernest Henley wrote this in 1875 from a hospital bed, after losing one leg to tuberculosis and fighting to keep the other. #poetry #poem #love

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 04/06/2026

POV: your roadman just discovered poetry #poetry #poem #poemly

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 04/06/2026

Innocence, in twenty lines. — William Blake, "The Lamb" #poetry #poem #williamblake #lamb #love

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. — Robert Frost, 1923 (Nothing Gold Can Stay) #poetry #poem #robertfrost

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

Phillis Wheatley. The first African American to publish a book of poetry. Read the last two lines closely: beneath the surface, she's confronting her white readers and asserting absolute spiritual equality — a radical act for an enslaved woman in 1773. #poetry #PhillisWheatley #BlackHistory #poem

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

Walt Whitman wrote this for Lincoln in 1865, weeks after the assassination. The "captain" is the president; the "fearful trip" is the Civil War. A poem doing the work of grief for a whole country. #poetry #poetrycommunity #poem #waltwhitman

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 02/06/2026

Emily Dickinson, c.1891 - she never gave it a title. What's a poem that's gotten you through something? #poetry #poetrycommunity #poem #emilydickinson

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 02/06/2026

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 02/06/2026

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Poemly @poemly.bsky.social · 01/06/2026

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