All Poems
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To The Poets Who Only Read And Listen
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHEN evening's shadowy fingers fold
The flowers of every hue,
Some shy, half-opened bud will hold
Its drop of morning's dew.
Grown And Flown
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I loved my love from green of Spring
Until sere Autumn's fall;
But now that leaves are withering
How should one love at all?
One heart's too small
For hunger, cold, love, everything.
The Alphabet
© Karl Shapiro
The letters of the Jews as strict as flames
Or little terrible flowers lean
The Camp-Fires Of My Friend
© Henry Van Dyke
Thou hast taken me into thy tent of the world, O God,
Beneath thy blue canopy I have found shelter,
Therefore thou wilt not deny me the right of a guest.
The Tears Of A Painter
© William Cowper
Apelles, hearing that his boy
Had just expired--his only joy!
Frendly Caueat to the Second Shakerley of Powles
© Gabriel Harvey
Slumbering I lay in melancholy bed,
Before the dawning of the sanguin light:
The Bear, The Fire, And The Snow
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
"I live in fear of the snow," said the bear.
"Whenever it's here, be sure I'll be there.
Oh, the pain and the cold,
when one's bearish and old.
I live in fear of the snow."
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Third
© William Wordsworth
NOW joy for you who from the towers
Of Brancepeth look in doubt and fear,
Telling melancholy hours!
Proclaim it, let your Masters hear
Sonnet LXXXIX: The Trees of the Garden
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Ye who have passed Death's haggard hills; and ye
Whom trees that knew your sires shall cease to know
The Speckled Trout
© Madison Julius Cawein
With rod and line I took my way
That led me through the gossip trees,
Where all the forest was asway
With hurry of the running breeze.
Fantasia
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Here in Samarcand they offer emeralds,
Pure as frozen drops of sea-water,
Street Light
© John Crowe Ransom
THE shine of many city streets
Confuses any countryman;
It flickers here and flashes there,
It goes as soon as it began,
It beckons many ways at once
For him to follow if he can.
This Aloneness
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
This aloneness is worth more than a thousand lives.
This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.
To be one with the truth for just a moment,
Is worth more than the world and life itself.
Sailormen
© Harry Kemp
When our ship gets home again, after cruising up and down,
Where the old, familiar hills crowd above the little town,
Oh, we'll reef the weary sails in the shelter of the bay,
And we'll find it just the same as the hour we went away
With the steeple of the church through the tree tops peering out,
With same accustomed streets, and the friends we knew, about.
The First Tooth
© William Brighty Rands
There once was a wood, and a very thick wood,
So thick that to walk was as much as you could;
But a sunbeam got in, and the trees understood.
The Prisoner For Debt
© John Greenleaf Whittier
LOOK on him! through his dungeon grate,
Feebly and cold, the morning light
Comes stealing round him, dim and late,
As if it loathed the sight.
The Delights of Summer
© Theocritus
And from aloft, overhead,
Were waving to and fro
Poplars and elms;
And near by, a sacred stream
