All Poems
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Blurry Mirror
© James Baker
A timeless photo,
The one in which you've kept grasped,
Locked up in your hand
Without a vision or a reason to pass.
Sonnet. "Have you not heard that in some deep-seal'd graves"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Have you not heard that in some deep-seal'd graves,
The Dead retain in beauty undisturb'd
The Song Of Hiawatha XX: The Famine
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Oh the long and dreary Winter!
Oh the cold and cruel Winter!
The Door (I)
© Robert Creeley
It is hard going to the door
cut so small in the wall where
the vision which echoes loneliness
brings a scent of wild flowers in a wood.
Night, on the Sea-shore
© Louisa Stuart Costello
No sound but the waters, that, murmuring, move
No light but the shadowless orb above.
But see! the shadows are gathering fast
The clear bright orb is gone:
Alas! no beauty can ever last,
That e'er I gaze upon!
Sonnet XI
© Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
Georgie Sails To-Morrow!
© Henry Clay Work
For sixteen years, a merry, laughing maiden,
I have warbl'd only songs of joy;
And in this heart, so very lightly laden,
Happy thoughts have ever found employ.
But times will change! and now there comes a sorrow,
Which bids me ev'ry joy resign:
For A Copy Of Theocritus
© Henry Austin Dobson
O SINGER of the field and fold,
Theocritus! Pans pipe was thine,
An Old Malediction
© Anthony Evan Hecht
What well-heeled knuckle-head, straight from the unisex
Hairstylist and bathed in Russian Leather,
The Problem
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I.
NOT without envy Wealth at times must look
On their brown strength who wield the reaping-hook."
And scythe, or at the forge-fire shape the plough
Vain Hope
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
The Blossoms On The Trees
© James Whitcomb Riley
Blossoms crimson, white, or blue,
Purple, pink, and every hue,
Song #6.
© Robert Crawford
We have this life, this love only
Kiss me on the mouth, my own!
Dust we'll soon be through the ages,
And who'll reck when we are gone?
Abraham Davenport
© John Greenleaf Whittier
'T was on a May-day of the far old year
Seventeen hundred eighty, that there fell
Over the bloom and sweet life of the Spring,
Over the fresh earth and the heaven of noon,
A horror of great darkness, like the night
In day of which the Norland sagas tell,--
The Guest - Sonnet
© Sri Aurobindo
I have discovered my deep deathless being:
Masked by my front of mind, immense, serene
It meets the world with an Immortal's seeing,
A god-spectator of the human scene.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf IX. -- Thangbrand The Pr
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Short of stature, large of limb,
Burly face and russet beard,
Hidden Love
© Sara Teasdale
I hid the love within my heart,
And lit the laughter in my eyes,
That when we meet he may not know
My love that never dies.
Ambition
© Edward Thomas
Unless it was that day I never knew
Ambition. After a night of frost, before
