All Poems
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Gramercy Park
© Sara Teasdale
The little park was filled with peace,
The walks were carpeted with snow,
But every iron gate was locked.
Lest if we entered, peace would go.
Earths Moments Of Gloom
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Liftlift up thy sinking heart, pilgrim of life!
A sure spell there is for thy spirits sad strife;
Tis not to be found in the well-springs of earth,
Oh! no, tis of higher and holier birth.
Amaryllis
© Carl Michael Bellman
Amaryllis, thy sweet name pronouncing,
Thee in Neptune's cool embrace announcing.
Slumber's god the while his sway renouncing,
O'er your eyes sighs, and speech yields his spell.
Love's Chastening
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Once Love grew bold and arrogant of air,
Proud of the youth that made him fresh and fair;
The Lion For Real
© Allen Ginsberg
I came home and found a lion in my living room
Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion!
Two stenographers pulled their brunnette hair and banged the window shut
I hurried home to Patterson and stayed two days
Sonnet. "Thou poisonous laurel leaf, that in the soil"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Thou poisonous laurel leaf, that in the soil
Of life, which I am doomed to till full sore,
Said and Did
© George MacDonald
Said the boy as he read, "I too will be bold,
I will fight for the truth and its glory!"
He went to the playground, and soon had told
A very cowardly story!
The Wisdom of the Spheres
© Piet Hein
How instructive
is a star!
It can teach us
from afar
just how small
each other are.
A Departed Friend
© Julia A Moore
He is sleeping, sounding sleeping
In the cold and silent tomb.
He is resting, sweetly resting
In perfect peace, all alone.
A Poem To His Magesty, Presented To The Lord Keeper. To The Right Hon. Sir John Somers, Lord Keeper
© Joseph Addison
If yet your thoughts are loose from state affairs,
Nor feel the burden of a kingdom's cares;
The Days Of Our Youth
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
These are the days of our youth, our days of glory and honour.
Pleasure begotten of strength is ours, the sword in our hand.
Wisdom bends to our will, we lead captivity captive,
Kings of our lives and love, receiving gifts from men.
Spring Song
© George MacDonald
Days of old,
Ye are not dead, though gone from me;
Ye are not cold,
But like the summer-birds fled o'er some sea.
To A Certain Cantatrice
© Walt Whitman
HERE, take this gift!
I was reserving it for some hero, speaker, or General,
To A Young Poet
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird.
Bird and wing together
Go down, one feather.
Clair De Lune
© Paul Verlaine
Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair,
Peopled with maskers delicate and dim,
That play on lutes and dance and have an air
Of being sad in their fantastic trim.
XXXIII: Amiga
© Amado Ruiz de Nervo
Amiga, mi larario esta vacío:
desde que el fuego del hogar no arde,
nuestros dioses huyeron ante el frío;
hoy preside en sus tronos el hastio
las nupcias del silencio y de la tarde.
