All Poems
/ page 2221 of 3210 /
Dave Lilly
© Joyce Kilmer
There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used
to be full of trout,
But there's nothing there now but minnows; they say it is all fished
out.
On C. Dicey, Esq., In Claybrook Church, Leicestershire.
© Hannah More
O Thou, or friend or stranger, who shalt tread
These solemn mansions of the silent dead!
Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J.
© Joyce Kilmer
Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously,
And match and blend thy words with curious art?
For Song, one saith, is but a human heart
Speaking aloud, undisciplined and free.
Finale
© Pablo Neruda
And then, these journeys
and my sea of renewal:
your head on the pillow,
your hands floating
in the light, in my light,
over my earth.
Servant Girl and Grocer's Boy
© Joyce Kilmer
Her lips' remark was: "Oh, you kid!"
Her soul spoke thus (I know it did):"O king of realms of endless joy,
My own, my golden grocer's boy,
I am a princess forced to dwell
Mid-ocean in War-time
© Joyce Kilmer
(For My Mother)The fragile splendour of the level sea,
The moon's serene and silver-veiled face,
Make of this vessel an enchanted place
Full of white mirth and golden sorcery.
Johnnie Armstrang
© Andrew Lang
Some speak of lords, some speak of lairds,
And sic like men of high degree;
Of a gentleman I sing a sang,
Some time call'd Laird of Gilnockie.
The Visitation
© Joyce Kilmer
(For Louise Imogen Guiney)There is a wall of flesh before the eyes
Of John, who yet perceives and hails his King.
It is Our Lady's painful bliss to bring
Before mankind the Glory of the skies.
Sonnet LV: Let Others Sing
© Samuel Daniel
Let others sing of Knights and Paladins
In aged accents and untimely words,
As Winds That Blow Against A Star
© Joyce Kilmer
(For Aline)Now by what whim of wanton chance
Do radiant eyes know sombre days?
And feet that shod in light should dance
Walk weary and laborious ways?
One Who Loved Nature
© Madison Julius Cawein
He was most gentle, good, and wise;
A simpler heart earth never saw:
His soul looked softly from his eyes,
And in his speech were love and awe.
The White Ships and the Red
© Joyce Kilmer
(For Alden March)With drooping sail and pennant
That never a wind may reach,
They float in sunless waters
Beside a sunless beach.
The Rosary
© Joyce Kilmer
Not on the lute, nor harp of many strings
Shall all men praise the Master of all song.
Our life is brief, one saith, and art is long;
And skilled must be the laureates of kings.
Citizen of the World
© Joyce Kilmer
No longer of Him be it said
"He hath no place to lay His head."
In every land a constant lamp
Flames by His small and mighty camp.
The Lady and the Tramp by Bruce Guernsey: American Life in Poetry #139 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureat
© Ted Kooser
Man's best friend is, of course, woman's best friend, too. The Illinois poet, Bruce Guernsey, offers us this snapshot of a mutually agreed upon dependency that leads to a domestic communion.
Queen Elizabeth Speaks
© Joyce Kilmer
My hands were stained with blood, my heart was
proud and cold,
My soul is black with shame . . . but I gave Shakespeare gold.
So after aeons of flame, I may, by grace of God,
Rise up to kiss the dust that Shakespeare's feet have trod.
The Vanishers
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Sweetest of all childlike dreams
In the simple Indian lore
Still to me the legend seems
Of the shapes who flit before.
The Big Top
© Joyce Kilmer
The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering
to my heart
And I like the smell of the trampled grass and elephants and hay.
I take off my hat to the acrobat with his delicate, strong art,
Ode Written in Spring
© John Logan
No longer hoary winter reigns,
No longer binds the streams in chains,
