Waltwhitman Stories

The title comes from Whitman's poem "O LIVING always-always dying! O the burials of me, past and present! O me, while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever! O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not-I am content;) O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look at, where I cast them! 5 To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind!" It's a test in writing simple and subtle. Let me know what you think.

Short stories I have written over the past five years that I may never finish-ranging from a preacher who lied about the word of God to a little girl with monsters in her basement, these are all stories I wrote myself and may never continue. In the words of Mr. Keating from Dead Poets Society, a yawp is a loud cry or yell. Walt Whitman once said that "I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world." People yawp to call out in despair or victory or anger. It is your mark on the world. And maybe these stories will be mine.

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This is a short poem I wrote imitating the poem structure similar to Walt Whitman. Using parallelism, free-verse components, and adding personal touches, I created a poem to express feelings shared throughout the country during the Vietnam war. I understand not everyone shared these views and I'm not stating this was a meaningless war. Men and women lost their lives. For what cost? I'm not sure. I highly respect the men and women who lost their lives for this country, but we must remember the victims of one if the most unorganized conflicts we have ever been involved with. The Vietnamese civilians and so on. The cover picture is not mine. Just found on the internet. I hope you enjoy.

This was a school project that I might expand on, I don't know yet, but it was a fun assignment. Basically, I had to come up with a date between Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman. Hope you enjoy!

A poem that blooms at a certain point in the life of every individual, Pure attempts to resolve an existential crisis begotten by society. It expresses feelings of intense confusion, which leads to exploration, and then discovery - a process in which the bearer of such fervent passion for understanding "itself" and the world has to challenge; and in this case, alone. However, weathering this desolate storm alone brings all kinds of thoughts. Death is but one of them.

Join Gwendolyn Nolan and her adventure at Welton Academy for boys as she and her boyfriend Neil Perry are taking a wild ride of a year through English. Poetry, plays, and foolishness will arise. Will Gwen be able to make it through the year? Join her and the boys of the Dead Poet's Society to find out!

Dead Poets × fem reader UNDER REVISEMENT❤️ "They were ready to give him the job until he mentioned his one caveat. Accommodations must be made so that his daughter could reside with him at the school if she wished to." Y/n is the daughter of Mr. Keating and the lady in the photograph. This is not a specific ship with any specific character. This story will have multiple endings with the boys. Please read the Description/Characters for more information.

This poem is a play on Walt Whitman's "There Was a Child Who Went Forth", which is public domain.

This poem is inspired by Walt Whitman's Leaves Of Grass. One can find the gist of his entire work in this poetry, I've summarised his message and the essence of his work in Leaves Of Grass in the form of a poetry.

I'M BEING CHASED BY WALT WHITMAN! .....It's just a collection of my poems Most of them are a work in progress so forgive me.

This is my poetry with no theme obvious to me.

A collection of short stories written in a poem format. Style inspired by Walt Whitman.

A compilation of lines taken from the renowned American poet, Walt Whitman.

My favorite poetry. The majority will cover themes that have to do with a sort of wondering or longing. Expect a lot of Walt Whitman and Shakespeare. Also a huge DPS fan so a lot of the poems from that will be in here.

Poem based in Walt Whitmans writing. Exposes my soul but I want to post it. COMPLETED