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We made a poetry
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A quiet, vertical feed of real poems by published poets - never anything we wrote. Short ones, and self-contained extracts of longer works, all in the public domain. Keep scrolling for the next; save the ones that stay with you.
Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Composed upon Westminster Bridge
Earth has not any thing to shew more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
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Kubla Khan
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
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A poetry reader
Find your next favourite poem
What is this
We made a poetry app for fun.
A quiet, vertical feed of real poems by published poets - short ones, and self-contained extracts of longer works, all in the public domain.
How it works
Save the ones that move you.
Keep favourites in collections. We learn the shape of what you love and bring you more like it - and less of what you pass by.
Just keep scrolling
One poem at a time.
No feeds to game, no endless noise - just the next poem, and the next, for a quiet few minutes a day.
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