Waltwhitman Stories

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

Carpe diem

It's a poem that I wrote in 24th January 2021. Please give credits if you share it!

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!

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.

"euphoria, it's the feeling of intense excitement and happiness.." said the girl. "okay, and?" the boy questioned. "it's the feeling i get when i'm around you, stupid!!!" she exclaimed with a groan. ______ {charlie dalton x female oc} R A N K S ----- most impressive: #1 in #charliedalton as of 7/24 #1 in #waltwhitman as of 7/23 #1 in #ethanhawke as of 7/23 #2 in #deadpoetssociety as of 7/23 #1 in #robinwilliams as of 7/23 #2 in #welton as of 7/23 #6 in #stevenmeeks as of 7/23 #6 in #dps as of 7/23 #16 in #poets as of 7/23

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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There's no depth in black and white So blue will have to do for now In the absence of all things yellow

Some live life carefree and happy, and success finds them along the way. For others, their journey for success leaves them empty handed. For others, they can watch and imitate those around them that have achieved everything they can hope for, but still fail. For some, no matter how hard they work- the goals they strive for- nothing works, and they are left in the dust by their luckier counterparts, who just look back and laugh. This started as an English Honors assignment and became much more.

Leaves of Grass is a poetry collection by the American poet Walt Whitman. Though the first edition was published in 1855, Whitman spent most of his professional life writing and re-writing Leaves of Grass, revising it multiple times until his death. -Wikipedia Originally published July 4, 1855

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There are only two poems that I have and remember writing in High school. Possibly Freshmen year. Edit: As of 4/19/2022, I have taken an American Literature class in my college. There are about 2-3 weeks left, and I have some new original poems that have stemmed from it. Edit 2: 5/14/2022 All my classes have ended for the semester. I have the summer now, and anything added to this is just random whims of my built-up imagination. Edit 3: 10/14/2022 I'm taking a creative writing class and I have some poems to add from it.