All Poems

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"Old Bob White"

© James Whitcomb Riley

Old Bob White's a funny bird!--

Funniest you ever heard!--

Asses

© Padraic Colum

"I KNOW where I'd get
An ass that would do,
If I had the money
A pound or two."

The Visitant

© Theodore Roethke

A cloud moved close. The bulk of the wind shifted.
A tree swayed over water.
A voice said:
Stay. Stay by the slip-ooze. Stay.

The Tear

© Richard Crashaw

What bright soft thing is this?
Sweet Mary, the fair eyes’ expense?
A moist spark it is,
A wat’ry diamond; from whence
The very term, I think, was found
The water of a diamond.

'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more;
I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you;
For morn is approaching, your charms to restore,
Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew:

(Amidst the rush and roar of life...)

© Anselm Hollo

Amidst the rush and roar of life, O beauty, carved in stone, you stand mute and still, alone and aloof.
Great Time sits enamoured at your feet and repeats to you:
Speak, speak to me, my love; speak, my mute bride!
But your speech is shut up in stone, O you immovably fair!

Grant

© Henry Cuyler Bunner

Smile on, thou new-come Springif on thy breeze
The breath of a great man go wavering up
And out of this world's knowledge, it is well.

Wavelength

© David St. John

They were sitting on the thin mattress
He’d once rolled & carried up the four floors
To his room only to find it covered nearly all
Of the bare wood
Leaving just a small path alongside the wall

The Girls of Tasmania

© Anonymous

The Irishman loves his fair Colleen,
No doubt she is witty and pretty,
But in Ireland I have never been,
So can't judge of his taste for sweet Kitty.

Kneeling

© Ronald Stuart Thomas

Moments of great calm,

Kneeling before an altar

I Am Offering this Poem

© James Russell Lowell

I am offering this poem to you,
since I have nothing else to give.
Keep it like a warm coat
when winter comes to cover you,
or like a pair of thick socks
the cold cannot bite through,

Resurrection

© Alice Guerin Crist

All rank on rank the tall white lillies stood,
The graceful palms against the rose-flushed sky
Showed gemmed with dew-drops, and red poppies glowed
Through the rank grass near by.

Superstition

© Madison Julius Cawein

In the waste places, in the dreadful night,

When the wood whispers like a wandering mind,

Two Old Crows

© Roald Dahl

Two old crows sat on a fence rail.

Two old crows sat on a fence rail,

The Times

The time hath been, a boyish, blushing time,

When modesty was scarcely held a crime;

Town Eclogues: Wednesday; The Tête à Tête

DANCINDA. " NO, fair DANCINDA, no ; you strive in vain
" To calm my care and mitigate my pain ;
" If all my sighs, my cares, can fail to move,
" Ah ! sooth me not with fruitless vows of love."

Fate

"The sky is clouded, the rocks are bare,
The spray of the tempest is white in air;
The winds are out with the waves at play,
And I shall not tempt the sea to-day.