All Poems

/ page 2386 of 3210 /

Order by :

The Borough. Letter XII: Players

© George Crabbe

DRAWN by the annual call, we now behold
Our Troop Dramatic, heroes known of old,
And those, since last they march'd, enlisted and

El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own!
O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is
That poises head and hood, and makes his body tremble to the drone
Of tom-tom and of cymbal wooed by love's assassin sorceries!

The Cross-Roads

© Henry Lawson

Once more I write a line to you,

While darker shadows fall;

Arhan

© Aleister Crowley

When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the
glance
Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms
dance

Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 07 - Beginnings Of Civilization

© Lucretius

Afterwards,
When huts they had procured and pelts and fire,
And when the woman, joined unto the man,
Withdrew with him into one dwelling place,

An Oath

© Aleister Crowley

(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation)Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee ! my will inspire
With secret sperm of subtle, free, creating Fire!
Mould thou my very flesh as Thine, renew my birth
In childhood merry as divine, enchenated earth!

Joe Boucher

© William Henry Drummond

Air--"Car si mon moine."

Adela

© Aleister Crowley

Jupiter Mars P Moon
VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910.
Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue
Rides on the moon, a lilac conch of pearl,

Sexegesima Sunday

© John Keble

Foe of mankind! too bold thy race:
Thou runn'st at such a reckless pace,
Thine own dire work thou surely wilt confound:
'Twas but one little drop of sin
We saw this morning enter in,
And lo! at eventide the world is drowned.

A Birthday

© Aleister Crowley

Then Easter, and the days of all delight!
God's sun lit noontide and his moon midnight,
While above all, true centre of our world,
True source of light, our great love passion-pearled
Gave all its life and splendour to the sea
Above whose tides stood our stability.

Vows

© Ada Cambridge

Nay, ask me not. I would not dare pretend

To constant passion and a life-long trust.

daughter

© Suheir Hammad

leaves and leaving call october home
her daughter releases wood
smoke from her skin
rich in scorpio

Crazy Jane And Jack The Journeyman

© William Butler Yeats

I know, although when looks meet
I tremble to the bone,
The more I leave the door unlatched
The sooner love is gone,
For love is but a skein unwound
Between the dark and dawn.

talisman

© Suheir Hammad

it is written
the act of writing is
holy words are
sacred and your breath

Prayer

SHE would not keep at home, the foolish woman,
She would not mind her precious girls and boys,
She had to go, for it was Sunday morning,
Down the hot road and to the barren pew
And there abuse her superannuate knees
To make a prayer.

land

his approach
to love he said
was that of a farmer
most love like

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry

© Walt Whitman

FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face;
Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see you also face
to face.

the missing

the way loss seeps
into neck hollows
and curls at temples
sits between front teeth

At Dawn

They come to my room at the break of the day,
With their faces all smiles and their minds full of play;
They come on their tip-toes and silently creep
To the edge of the bed where I'm lying asleep,
And then at a signal, on which they agree,
With a shout of delight they jump right onto me.