All Poems
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If I were to Own
© Edward Thomas
f I were to own this countryside
As far as a man in a day could ride,
A Child-World
© James Whitcomb Riley
_The Child-World--long and long since lost to view--
A Fairy Paradise!--
How always fair it was and fresh and new--
How every affluent hour heaped heart and eyes
With treasures of surprise!
The Prayer
© Arthur Symons
Dear, if I might love better for your sake,
I would not care though you should love me less;
I love you more than to consent to take
Happiness and not give you happiness.
Kelly Ingram
© Edgar Albert Guest
His name was Kelly Ingram; he was Alabama's son,
And he whistled "Yankee Doodle," as he stood beside his gun;
There was laughter in his make-up, there was manhood in his face,
And he knew the best traditions and the courage of his race;
Now there's not a heart among us but should swell with loyal pride
When he thinks of Kelly Ingram and the splendid way he died.
Sonnet IV: Thou Hast Thy Calling
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most gracious singer of high poems! where
Theres Only The Two Of Us Here
© Edward Harrington
I camped one night in an empty hut on the side of a lonely hill.
I didnt go much on empty huts, but the night was awful chill.
So I boiled me billy and had me tea and seen that the door was shut.
Then I went to bed in an empty bunk by the side of the old slab hut.
A Belgian Christmas
© Madison Julius Cawein
The "happy year" of 1914
AN hour from dawn:
The snow sweeps on
As it swept with sleet last night:
Sonnet V
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
'Tis hard to love not, whilst to love
Be sad joy, if by lust misled,
Thoughts too sweetly gaze on things
That perforce must change and decay.
Night Flight by George Bilgere : American Life in Poetry #244 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-20
© Ted Kooser
Love predated the invention of language, but love poetry got its start as soon as we had words through which to express our feelings. Here’s a lovely example of a contemporary poem of love and longing by George Bilgere, who lives in Ohio.
Night Flight
I am doing laps at night, alone
Fragment of a Ballad
© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Many a mile over land and sea
Unsummoned my love returned to me;
I remember not the words he said
But only the trees moaning overhead.
John And Salome
© Arthur Symons
Black-haired and garbed in long black garments, John
With hand revulsed and eyes that ache with hate,
In A Garden
© Sara Teasdale
THE world is resting without sound or motion,
Behind the apple tree the sun goes down
Painting with fire the spires and the windows
In the elm-shaded town.
Taking Title
© Christopher Morley
TO make this little house my very own
Could not be done by law alone.
Though covenant and deed convey
Absolute fee, as lawyers say,
There are domestic rites beside
By which this house is sanctified.
Ballade Of The Breakfast Table
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Autocratesses, forgive my heat,
But isn't it time to change that stuff?
Small is the benison I entreat--
Why don't they ever have spoons enough?
A Haunted Room
© John Hay
In the dim chamber whence but yesterday
Passed my beloved, filled with awe I stand;
The Happiest Man In England
© William Henry Ogilvie
The happiest man in England rose an hour before the dawn;
The stars were in the purple and the dew was on the lawn;
I Loved Thee, Atthis, In The Long Ago
© Bliss William Carman
(Sappho XXIII)
I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago,
When the great oleanders were in flower
In the broad herded meadows full of sun.
