All Poems
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A Forgotten Fear
© James Baker
In the desert my mind is lost,
Dry and helpless, nothing of use.
Dead to be, but a salt at loss
Tearing up a face of abuse.
Precedent
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
The poor man went to the rich man's doors,
"I come as Lazarus came," he said.
The rich man turned with humble head,--
"I will send my dogs to lick your sores!"
The Rune-Master
© Padraic Colum
On an old thorn-tree
By an ancient rath
You heard him sing,
And with runes you charmed him
Till he stayed with you,
Giving clear song.
I Only Wish To Love You
© Paul Eluard
I only wish to love you
A storm fills the valley
A fish the river
Open Door
© Paul Eluard
Life is truly kind
Come to me, if I go to you its a game,
The angels of bouquets grant the flowers a change of hue.
Imperial Revels
© Victor Marie Hugo
Cheer, courtiers! round the splendid spread,
The board that groans with shame and plate;
Still fawning to the sham-crowned head
That hopes its brass will turn its fate!
How does Love speak?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye -
The smile that proves the parent of a sigh:
Thus doth Love speak.
The Usher's Charge
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Now, Jurymen, hear my advice -
All kinds of vulgar prejudice
I pray you set aside:
With stern judicial frame of mind -
From bias free of every kind,
This trial must be tried!
Sweet Sister
© Victor Marie Hugo
Sweet sister, if you knew, like me,
The charms of guileless infancy,
No more you'd envy riper years,
Or smiles, more bitter than your tears.
Dante. (Sonnet VII.)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What should be said of him cannot be said;
By too great splendor is his name attended;
The Cat
© Harry Graham
My children, never, never steal!
To know their offspring is a thief
Will often make a father feel
Annoyed and cause a mother grief;
So never steal, but, when you do,
Be sure there's no one watching you.
Emily, John, James, and I
© William Schwenck Gilbert
EMILY JANE was a nursery maid,
JAMES was a bold Life Guard,
JOHN was a constable, poorly paid
(And I am a doggerel bard).
Last Trams
© Kenneth Slessor
I
THAT street washed with violet
Writes like a tablet
Of living here; that pavement
Homecoming by Keith Althaus: American Life in Poetry #65 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Visiting a familiar and once dear place after a long absence can knock the words right out of us, and in this poem, Keith Althaus of Massachusetts observes this happening to someone else. I like the way he suggests, at the end, that it may take days before that silence heals over.
Homecoming
Night Winds.
© Adelaide Crapsey
THE old
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Should weep?
White Rose
© Adelaide Crapsey
Not thou,
White rose, but thy
Ensanguined sister is
The dear companion of my heart's
Shed blood.
The Dundee Flower Show:Dedicated to the Right Honourable Earl of Dalhousie
© William Topaz McGonagall
Twas in the year of 1886 and in the 2nd day of September
Which the lovers of horticultural beauty will long remember
Especially those that visited the Flower Show, on the Magdalen Green, Dundee,
Must confess it was really a most magnificent sight to see
Captive Conquerors
© Jessie Pope
OH! Stuttgart Frauleins, and capacious Fraus,
What shocking news is this that filters through?
Have you been fostering domestic rows
By casting, naughtily, glad eyes of blue
At poor old Tommy in his prison-house?
Tut! tut! This is a pretty how-d'ye do!
