All Poems
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Uncle Joe
© Harry Graham
An angle bore dear Uncle Joe
To rest beyond the stars.
I miss him, oh! I miss him so, --
He had such good cigars.
Ghazal
© Mirza Rafi Sauda
O my poor heart, dont flow out from
My eyes like blood, beware,
You will never be picked up again
From the ground, like useless tear.
Lines: We Meet Not As We Parted
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
We meet not as we parted,
We feel more than all may see;
My bosom is heavy-hearted,
And thine full of doubt for me:--
One moment has bound the free.
What Have We All Forgotten?
© Henry Lawson
WHAT have we all forgotten, at the break of the seventh year?
With a nation born to the ages and a Bad Time borne on its bier!
Public robbing, and lying that death cannot erase
Private strife and deceptionCover the bad dead face!
Drinking, gambling and madnessCover and bear it away
But what have we all forgotten at the dawn of the seventh day?
Battle Song
© Patrick Barrington
There's havoc on the staircase where the guests come streaming,
Shirt-fronts shining and tiaras gleaming,
A Picture
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
One solitary picture struck my eye:
A distant ploughboy stood against the sky
How far he seemed above the noisy town!
The Health-Food Diner
© Maya Angelou
No sprouted wheat and soya shoots
And Brussels in a cake,
Carrot straw and spinach raw,
(Today, I need a steak).
Sonnet XVII: Why Should I Sing in Verse
© Samuel Daniel
Why should I sing in verse, why should I frame
These sad neglected notes for her dear sake?
Oh terrible, beloved! A poet's loving
© Boris Pasternak
Oh terrible, beloved! A poet's loving
Is a restless god's passionate rage,
And chaos out into the world comes creeping,
As in the ancient fossil age.
Archduchess Anne
© George Meredith
In middle age an evil thing
Befell Archduchess Anne:
She looked outside her wedding-ring
Upon a princely man.
Nature: A Moral Power
© George MacDonald
Nature, to him no message dost thou bear
Who in thy beauty findeth not the power
Meditations Upon The Peep Of Day
© John Bunyan
Soft, though it be peep of day, don't know
Whether 'tis night, whether 'tis day or no.
The Prison Bell
© Owen Suffolk
Hark to the bell of sorrow! - 'tis awak'ning up again
Each broken spirit from its brief forgetfulness of pain.
The Boy's Ideal
© Edgar Albert Guest
I must be fit for a child to play with,
Fit for a youngster to walk away with;
On The Day Of Gogol's Death
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
How blessed's the good-natured poet,
With little bile and much emotion:
All lovers of the gentle arts
Send him sincerest greetings;
The Ballad[e] Of Imitation
© Henry Austin Dobson
POSTSCRIPTUM-And you, whom we all so adore,
Dear Critics, whose verdicts are always so new!-
One word in your ear. There were Critics before . . .
And the man who plants cabbages imitates, too!
The Sower (Eastern France)
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Familiar, year by year, to the creaking wain
Is the long road's level ridge above the plain.
To--day a battery comes with horses and guns
On the straight road, that under the poplars runs,
Gautama Christ
© Pablo Neruda
The names of God and especially those of His representative
Who is called Jesus or Christ according to holy books and
Laos
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Dear girl, your cheeks are soft and tender,
And your breasts, like little hills, are slender,
