In the fields where the grass whispers low, Walt Whitman walks, with a heart aglow. Each leaf a story, each…
Under the Irish sky where whispers grow, A gentle voice once danced with grace, With every word, he sowed the…
In the dim glow of city streets, He found solace in shadows deep, A poet’s heart that fiercely beats, In…
In the cityâs heart, where dreams unfold, A voice rose strong, both fierce and bold. With every leaf and blade…
In the heart of America, a voice strong and free, Walt Whitman sang of the land and the sea. With…
Upon a winter’s night so cold, The poet’s quill was laid to rest, In whispers frail his story told, Of…
The earth, turned by spade and pen, Whispered tales of ancient men, In fields of green where memories stay, Heaney’s…
In the quiet of the woods, where shadows play, Robert Frost’s whispers guide our way. Through paths less traveled, he…
In the heart of Brooklyn, a poet was born, With words like rivers, his verses adorned. He sang of the…
In the quiet shadows of an Irish dawn, Where whispers of the past are gently drawn, The echoes of Yeats…