All Poems
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The Bloom is not a Bloom
© Bai Juyi
The bloom is not a bloom, the mist not mist,
At midnight she comes, and goes again at dawn.
She comes like a spring dream- how long will she stay?
She goes like morning cloud, without a trace.
Substitute For An Epitaph
© George Gordon Byron
Kind Reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
Here HAROLD lies, but where's his Epitaph?
If such you seek, try Westminster, and view
Ten thousand just as fit for him as you.
To a Sea Shell
© Hubert Church
Friend of my chamber-O thou spiral shell
That murmurest of the ever-murmuring sea!
Donn Piatt Of Mac-O-Chee
© James Whitcomb Riley
Donn Piatt--of Mac-o-chee,--
Not the one of History,
Ode X: To Thomas Edwards, Esquire: On The Late Edition Of Mr. Pope's Work
© Mark Akenside
I.
Believe me, Edwards, to restrain
Where Forlorn Sunsets Flare And Fade
© William Ernest Henley
Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade
On desolate sea and lonely sand,
The Water-Witch
© Alice Guerin Crist
The little creek went winding down
Twixt whispering reeds and small blue flowers,
Singing a pleasant summer song
Of holidays and playtime hours.
There Is But One May In The Year,
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
There is but one May in the year,
And sometimes May is wet and cold;
The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86)
© William Shakespeare
NOTE: A sub-group within the Fair Youth sonnets,
the Rival Poet sonnets are poems in which
the speaker is railing against the young man
for paying undue attention to another poet.
A Song To Amoret
© Henry Vaughan
If I were dead, and, in my place,
Some fresher youth designed
To warm thee, with new fires; and grace
Those arms I left behind:
Strange Fruit
© Robert Laurence Binyon
This year the grain is heavy--ripe;
The apple shows a ruddier stripe;
Never berries so profuse
Blackened with so sweet a juice
I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet
© Charles Bukowski
I had just won $115 from the headshakers and
was naked upon my bed
The Battle-Field
© William Cullen Bryant
Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands,
Were trampled by a hurrying crowd,
And fiery hearts and armed hands
Encountered in the battle cloud.
In a Subway Station
© Sara Teasdale
After a year I came again to the place;
The tireless lights and the reverberation,
To Sara
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
One kiss, dear maid! I said and sighed,
Your scorn the little boon denied.
Ah why refuse the blameless bliss?
Can danger lurk within a kiss?
To S. F. S.
© George MacDonald
They say that lonely sorrows do not chance:
More gently, I think, sorrows together go;
Songs Set To Music: 19. Set By Mr. C. R.
© Matthew Prior
Phillis, give this humour over,
We too long have time abused;
I shall turn an errant rover
If the favour's still refused.
On A Grave At Grindelwald
© Frederick Wiliam Henry Myers
Here let us leave him; for his shroud the snow,
For funeral-lamps he has the planets seven,
For a great sign the icy stair shall go
Between the heights to heaven.
Hell in Texas
© Anonymous
The devil, we're told, in hell was chained,
and a thousand years he there remained,
and he never complained, nor did he groan,
but determined to start a hell of his own
where he could torment the souls of men
without being chained to a prison pen.
