All Poems
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Luna
© Victor Marie Hugo
O France, although you sleep
We call you, we the forbidden!
The shadows have ears,
And the depths have cries.
Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled
© William Shakespeare
Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled,
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart,
Manhattan Streets I Saunter'd, Pondering
© Walt Whitman
Manhatten's streets I saunter'd, pondering,
On time, space, reality-on such as these, and abreast with them,
prudence.
Peace
© Ada Cambridge
So still! So calm! Will our life's eve come thus?
No sound of strife, of labour or of pain,
No ring of woodman's axe, no dip of oar.
Will work be done, and night's rest earned, for us?
And shall we wake to see sunrise again?
Or shall we sleep, to see and know no more?
In The JuneTwilight
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
IN the June twilight, in the soft gray twilight,
The yellow sun-glow trembling through the rainy eve,
As my love lay quiet, came the solemn fiat,
"All these things forever--forever--thou must leave."
Bessie Dreaming Bear by Marnie Walsh: American Life in Poetry #3 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 20
© Ted Kooser
A poem need not go on at great length to accomplish the work of conveying something meaningful to its readers. In the following poem by the late Marnie Walsh, just a few words, written as if they'd been recorded in exactly the manner in which they'd been spoken, tell us not only about the missing woman in the red high heels, but a little something about the speaker as well.
Bessie Dreaming Bear
we all went to town one day
went to a store
bought you new shoes
red high heels
Come, Gentle God
© James Thomson
Come, gentle God of soft desire,
Come and possess my happy breast,
Not fury-like in flames and fire,
Or frantic folly's wildness dressed;
Sonnet 22: In Highest Way of Heav'n
© Sir Philip Sidney
In highest way of heav'n the Sun did ride,
Progressing then from fair twins' golden place:
Having no scarf of clouds before his face,
But shining forth of heat in his chief pride;
Unfortunate Coincidence
© Dorothy Parker
By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
After
© Ralph Hodgson
"How fared you when you mortal were?
What did you see on my peopled star?"
"Oh well enough," I answered her,
"It went for me where mortals are!
The Vassal's Lament For The Fallen Tree
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Yes! I have seen the ancient oak
On the dark deep water cast,
And it was not fell'd by the woodman's stroke,
Or the rush of the sweeping blast;
For the axe might never touch that tree,
And the air was still as a summer-sea.
The Conscientious Deacon
© Vachel Lindsay
Black cats, grey cats, green cats miau
Chasing the deacon who stole the cow.
The Vulture (Parody of Poe's "Raven")
© Anonymous
Once upon a midnight chilling, as I held my feet unwilling
O'er a tub of scalding water, at a heat of ninety-four;
Nervously a toe in dipping, dripping, slipping, then out-skipping,
Suddenly there came a ripping whipping, at my chamber's door.
"'Tis the second-floor," I muttered, "flipping at my chamber's door--
Wants a light--and nothing more!"
"I am cold. Transparent Spring dresses"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
I
I am cold. Transparent Spring dresses
Petropolis in verdant down.
But like a medusa, the Neva's wave
A Parsonage In Oxfordshire
© William Wordsworth
Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends,
Is marked by no distinguishable line;
Magical Mystery Tour
© Charles Bukowski
as we drive up a steep road
the blonde squeezes my leg
and nestles closer
while raven hair
leans across and nibbles my
ear.
