A poem about unspoken love, the quiet ache of longing and all the things we wish someone understood without being told.
The repeated line “If you but knew!” turns each stanza into a confession.
Do you think the beloved ever realizes?
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A powerful example of the villanelle form, where repetition becomes devotion.
The refrain “Ireland, Ireland!” echoes like a vow.
What do you think repetition does here, lament, prayer, or battle cry?
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In this biting fable, Jean de La Fontaine pokes at the fragility of justice, showing how confusion, rhetoric, and exhaustion can reduce judgment to chance. A centuries-old satire that still feels uncomfortably familiar.
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In just a few lines, William Allingham reminds us how the simplest spring scene, ducks, sky, clouds, can linger for a lifetime. A tiny lyric about memory, tenderness, and how ordinary beauty becomes sacred with time.
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In Love Despised, Madison Julius Cawein confronts love not as sweetness, but as torment, asking why we pursue what wounds us, and reminding us that beauty carries its own inevitable fading. A sonnet of fire, frost, and hard wisdom.
In The Snowdrop, Tennyson welcomes the earliest flower of the year, small, brave, and prophetic, a reminder that even in the coldest months, renewal has already begun. #Poetry#AlfredLordTennyson#OriginalPoems
In just eight lines, James Joyce captures the quiet devastation of a choice made for love — and the irreversible cost it exacts. A poem about loyalty broken, intimacy gained, and a friendship lost beyond repair.
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In A Waft of Perfume, Ella Wheeler Wilcox shows how a fleeting scent can collapse centuries — turning an ordinary street into a stage of ancient beauty, desire, and legend, before quietly releasing us back to the present.
In The New Year, Mary Hannay Foott uses the image of a scarred but living tree to remind us that renewal does not erase loss — it grows around it. A sonnet of resilience, faith, and quiet hope.
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