Old English Poem

Because I Could Not Stop for Time I could not stop for Time, Though it had always been my friend. It whispered soft and slow, As seasons turned, it did not end. I thought it would wait for me, But like a river, it did not stay. It passed by with gentle hands, Carrying moments far away. The clock would tick and softly say, "Come, walk with me, this winding way." It beckoned with a steady stride, While I, in haste, wished to hide. Time, with eyes so kind and old, Told me stories, soft and bold. The moments scattered like the leaves, Each one a memory the mind believes. I journeyed with it, unaware, Of where it led, or what was there. It showed me fields of golden hue, Where flowers bloomed in morning dew. We passed through gardens lush and bright, Where colors shone in quiet light. But Time, it seemed, did not stay still, It moved on with quiet will. The sun would rise and set again, The moon would wax and then wane. And yet, Time, with steady pace,...

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat Once upon a time, beneath the moon's soft glow, An owl and a pussy-cat sailed through winds that blow. Their boat, a dandelion seed, was light and free, Carried by the breeze from the deep blue sea. The moon, a silver lantern, hung in the night, Casting shadows on the water with gentle light. The owl wore a velvet cloak of midnight blue, While the pussy-cat’s fur shimmered with a golden hue. They sailed through the stars, their laughter soft and clear, Their hearts were full of joy, and the world seemed dear. The owl, with wisdom in his steady gaze, Told tales of the forest, of the ancient ways. The pussy-cat, with her graceful, purring voice, Sang sweet melodies, making the stars rejoice. Her song was of love, of dreams yet to be, Of the secrets the ocean whispered to the sea. “What shall we do, dear pussy-cat, tonight?” The owl asked with a twinkle in his wise old sight. “Shall we travel to the mountains, or the desert sand, Or seek ...

The Silence of Stars Far above, where silence reigns, The stars ignite, their light sustains, A flicker in the endless night, A distant, steady, guiding light. They watch as worlds are born and die, As centuries pass, as moments fly, Their gaze, eternal, calm and pure, Endures through ages, vast and sure. They whisper not, yet speak so clear, A language only souls can hear. In every spark, in every gleam, They hold the echoes of a dream. A dream of space, of time unbound, Where endless wonders can be found, Beyond the reach of mortal hands, In realms where no one understands. The planets spin, the moons they dance, Caught in an ancient, cosmic trance. The galaxies in endless sweep, Across the void, they twist and leap. Yet through it all, the stars remain, A steady light, a constant strain, A symbol of what lies ahead, A path by which all dreams are led. But here below, upon the Earth, We search for meaning, find our worth. We chase the stars, we seek the s...

Echoes of the Eternal Beneath the stars that softly gleam, Awake, the world begins to dream. A timeless song, a whispered hum, Of all that's been, and all to come. The sky unfolds its endless cloak, Where constellations' stories spoke. Each light a mark, a guide, a thread, From eras past, from voices dead. The ocean sways with steady grace, Its tides a mirror of time’s face. Within its depths, the secrets lie, Of ages lost beneath the sky. The waves, they rise, they crash, they fall, A rhythm answering nature’s call. Yet in their power, soft and true, They whisper songs both old and new. The forests breathe with life untamed, A realm untouched, its beauty famed. Each leaf, each branch, a silent page, In nature’s book, through every age. The creatures move in quiet chore, Their paths aligned with Earth’s great core. And in their eyes, a wisdom glows, The kind no hurried man yet knows. The deserts stretch with golden hues, A world both barren and infus...

The Heart of the Earth Beneath the sky, so vast and wide, Where winds like restless rivers glide, There lies a pulse, a beat, a sound, The heart of Earth, where life is found. It echoes deep within the soil, Where roots in quiet shadows toil, And every stone, each grain of dust, Bears witness to a world unjust. Yet still, in silence, life will grow, From cracked earth, from ice and snow, A flower blooms, a tree takes root, And from the rock, the vine will shoot. The heart of Earth, it knows no rest, It beats within both east and west, In oceans wide, in forests deep, In mountains where the shadows sleep. The rivers sing with steady grace, Their waters carving out the space, Through valleys rich, through deserts dry, Where winds may soar and birds may fly. The Earth herself, with outstretched hands, Embraces all with soft commands, Each creature, great and small, she calls, And answers with her boundless thralls. Yet man, with pride, walks far from ground, Hi...

Whispers of Time In the stillness of the early morn, Where daylight's first breath is gently born, A world lies waiting, soft and clear, The echo of an ancient year. The winds that hum through silent trees, The ripples on the quiet seas, All whisper secrets, old and deep, That time has kept and time will keep. The sun ascends with golden glow, Its light a language we all know. It paints the sky in hues of gold, A story of the days of old. And yet, in shadows, hidden well, Are stories time would never tell. The moments lost beneath the tide, Where memories and dreams collide. The rivers run with steady grace, While mountains stand with timeless face. The earth itself, with soil and stone, Has borne the weight of all we've known. But in the heart of every stone, A whisper calls, soft, yet alone, Of journeys taken long ago, In paths where only few may go. The stars above us, cold and bright, Have watched the wars, the dreams, the flight. Each twinkle i...

  The Whisper of the Forgotten Woods Deep in the heart of a shadowed land, Where the trees loom tall and the air feels grand, Lies a forest untouched by time, Wrapped in mystery, its story sublime. Legends spoke of the forest’s lore, Of wandering souls and spirits of yore. They whispered tales of a hidden prize, A treasure that gleamed beneath endless skies. Among the village, none dared to tread, For fear of the woods where shadows spread. But one young soul, with a heart so bold, Dreamed of the secrets the forest told. Her name was Lyra, a seeker of truth, A girl with courage and boundless youth. She’d heard the whispers, felt the call, A pull from the forest beyond the wall. One morning, as dawn painted the sky, Lyra packed her bag and said goodbye. With a lantern’s glow and a steady stride, She ventured where the unknown lied. The forest greeted her with a haunting breeze, The rustling whispers of ancient trees. Each step she took felt heavy and slow, Ye...