All Poems
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Internal Harmony
© George Meredith
Assured of worthiness we do not dread
Competitors; we rather give them hail
Real Help
© Edgar Albert Guest
If you can smooth his path a bit,
Bring laughter to his worried face,
Dedication for The Hunting Of The Snark
© Lewis Carroll
Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,
Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well
Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask
The tale he loves to tell.
Der Freischutz
© Madison Julius Cawein
He? why, a tall Franconian strong and young,
Brown as a walnut the first frost hath hulled;
For Christmas Day
© Charles Wesley
Hark, how all the welkin rings,
"Glory to the King of kings;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd!"
Songs Of Seven (complete)
© Jean Ingelow
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover,
There’s no rain left in heaven:
I’ve said my “seven times” over and over,
Seven times one are seven.
Fabien Dei Franchi
© Oscar Wilde
With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo
For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear
Pluck Richard's recreant dagger from its sheath-
Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare's lips to blow!
Ladies First
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Pamela Purse yelled, "Ladies first,"
Pushing in front of the ice cream line.
Pamela Purse yelled, "Ladies first,"
Grabbing the ketchup at dinnertime.
Will there really be a
© Emily Dickinson
Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
"Goldie Pinklesweet..."
© Roald Dahl
"Attention please! Attention please!
Don't dare to talk! Don't dare to sneeze!
Don't doze or daydream! Stay awake!
Your health, your very life's at stake!
Hoho, you say, they can't mean me.
Haha, we answer, wait and see.
Love In Disguise
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"Oh! I am Love," she whispered low,
"And fain I too with Death would go;
My lovercold is he,
Who bids me fly the trysting-place."
She raised the veil from off her face
My Phyllis smiled on me!
Gone
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Another hand is beckoning us,
Another call is given;
And glows once more with Angel-steps
The path which reaches Heaven.
Death And Daphne
© Jonathan Swift
Death went upon a solemn day
At Pluto's hall his court to pay;
The phantom having humbly kiss'd
His grisly monarch's sooty fist,
Indian Dancers
© Sarojini Naidu
Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth heavens that glimmer around them in fountains of light;
O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music that cleaveth the stars like a wail of desire,
And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces bewitch the voluptuous watches of night.
The scents of red roses and sandalwood flutter and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,
Preveza
© Kostas Karyotakis
Death is the bullies bashing
against the black walls and roof tiling,
death is the women being loved
in the course of onion peeling.
On Those That Hated The 'Playboy Of The Western World,' 1907
© William Butler Yeats
Once, when midnight smote the air,
Eunuchs ran through Hell and met
On every crowded street to stare
Upon great Juan riding by:
Even like these to rail and sweat
Staring upon his sinewy thigh.
Reflections - II.
© Samuel Rogers
Alas, to our discomfort and his own,
Oft are the greatest talents to be found
In a fool's keeping. For what else is he,
What else is he, however worldly wise,
