All Poems
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Ode To Apollo
© John Keats
3.
Then, through thy Temple wide, melodious swells
The sweet majestic tone of Maro's lyre:
The soul delighted on each accent dwells,--
Enraptur'd dwells,--not daring to respire,
The while he tells of grief around a funeral pyre.
Description Of A Lost Friend
© Caroline Norton
FROM THE MORNING POST.
LOST--near the 'Change in the city,
(I saw there a girl that seemed pretty)
'Joe Steel,' a short, cross-looking varlet,
A Sylvan Scene
© Theocritus
I shall not go thither,
Here are oaks, here is the galingale,
Here bees hum sweetly around their hives;
Here are two springs of coolest water,
Epigram - Yes, Every Poet Is A Fool
© Matthew Prior
Yes, every poet is a fool;
By demonstration, Ned can show it:
Happy could Ned's inverted rule
Prove every fool to be a poet.
Epitaph on the Tombstone of a Child
© Aphra Behn
This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument,
Contains all that was sweet and innocent ;
Put Something In
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-grumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
The Doctor Asked Her What She Wanted Done
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
And questioning her, she'd never seen before,
But only watching by his bed once more
And sitting silent if a knocking came…
She said at length, feeling the doctor's eyes,
"I don't know what you do exactly when a person dies."
The Soul Of April
© Bliss William Carman
OVER the wintry threshold
Who comes with joy to-day,
So frail, yet so enduring,
To triumph o'er dismay?
Eyes : A Fragment
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Love, look thus again,--
That your look may light a waste of years,
Darting the beam that conquers cares
Through the cold shower of tears.
Love, look thus again!
The Sands Are Alive With Sunshine
© William Ernest Henley
The sands are alive with sunshine,
The bathers lounge and throng,
And out in the bay a bugle
Is lilting a gallant song.
Amor Umbratilis
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
A gift of Silence, sweet!
Who may not ever hear:
To lay down at your unobservant feet,
Is all the gift I bear.
The Wind And The Sea
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I STOOD by the shore at the death of day,
As the sun sank flaming red;
Ophelia
© Arthur Rimbaud
On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping
White Ophelia floats like a great lily ;
Floats very slowly, lying in her long veils…
- In the far-off woods you can hear them sound the mort.
Ode to West Australia
© Anonymous
Land of Forests, fleas and flies,
Blighted hopes and blighted eyes,
Art thou hell in earths disguise,
Westralia?
Rubaiyat 32
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
When there is wine, no need to cry;
Army of sorrows, no need to defy.
Your lips are green, bring forth the wine.
Drinking at the green, everyone must try.
Speak
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Speak, your lips are free.
Speak, it is your own tongue.
Speak, it is your own body.
Speak, your life is still yours.
