All Poems
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Song. Despair
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ask not the pallid stranger's woe,
With beating heart and throbbing breast,
Whose step is faltering, weak, and slow,
As though the body needed rest.--
Upon The Disobedient Child
© John Bunyan
Children become, while little, our delights!
When they grow bigger, they begin to fright's.
The shiv'ring piano, foaming at the mouth
© Boris Pasternak
The shiv'ring piano, foaming at the mouth,
Will wrench you by its ravings, discompose you.
"My darling," you will murmur. "No!" I'll shout.
"To music?!" Yet can two be ever closer
Summer Job by Richard Hoffman: American Life in Poetry #162 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Though at the time it may not occur to us to call it âmentoring,â? there's likely to be a good deal of that sort of thing going on, wanted or unwanted, whenever a young person works for someone older. Richard Hoffman of Massachusetts does a good job of portraying one of those teaching moments in this poem.
Summer Job
"I Have Loved Flowers That Fade"
© Robert Seymour Bridges
I have loved flowers that fade,
Within whose magic tents
Eclogue The Third
© Thomas Chatterton
Botte whether, fayre mayde do ye goe,
O where do ye bend yer waie?
I wile knowe whether you goe,
I wylle not be asseled naie.
Limerick: There was an old person of Paxo
© Edward Lear
There was an old person of Paxo
Which complained when the fleas bit his back so,
But they gave him a chair
And impelled him to swear,
Which relieved that old person of Paxo.
An Old Cracked Tune
© Stanley Kunitz
My name is Solomon Levi,
the desert is my home,
my mother's breast was thorny,
and father I had none.
Little and Good
© Jessie Pope
Young Thompson was a bit too short,
But hard as nails and level-headed,
Songs From Deaths Jest-Book II - Dirge
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
IF thou wilt ease thine heart
Of love and all its smart,
To A Butterfly Resting Upon A Skull
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Creature of air and light,
Emblem of that which cannot die,
Paralytic
© Sylvia Plath
It happens. Will it go on? --
My mind a rock,
No fingers to grip, no tongue,
My god the iron lung
After Waterloo
© Robert Fuller Murray
On the field of Waterloo we made Napoleon rue
That ever out of Elba he decided for to come,
For we finished him that day, and he had to run away,
And yield himself to Maitland on the Billy-ruffium.
A Scrap of Paper
© Henry Van Dyke
"Will you go to war just for a scrap of paper?" - Question
of the German Chancellor to the British Ambassador,
August 5, 1914.
A Ballad Of Sweethearts
© Madison Julius Cawein
How _can_ my heart of my hand dispose?
When Ruth and Clara, and Kate and May,
In form and feature no flaw disclose--
But who is the fairest it's hard to say.
