All Poems
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The Minds Games
© William Carlos Williams
If a man can say of his life or
any moment of his life, There is
Country Life:to His Brother, Mr Thomas Herrick
© Robert Herrick
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou,
In thy both last and better vow;
Winter's Approach
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
DE sun hit shine an' de win' hit blow,
Ol' Brer Rabbit be a-layin' low,
Only a Woman
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
"She loves with love that cannot tire:
And if, ah, woe! she loves alone,
Through passionate duty love flames higher,
As grass grows taller round a stone."
Coventry Patmore.
Twilight
© Caroline Norton
When the mournful Jewish mother
Laid her infant down to rest,
In doubt, and fear, and sorrow,
On the water's changeful breast;
Moonlight North and South
© Robert Fuller Murray
Love, we have heard together
The North Sea sing his tune,
And felt the wind's wild feather
Brush past our cheeks at noon,
And seen the cloudy weather
Made wondrous with the moon.
Sonnet XVI. To Kosciusko
© John Keats
Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
Worn Out
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
You bid me hold my peace
And dry my fruitless tears,
Forgetting that I bear
A pain beyond my years.
The Monument Of Q.H.F.
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Look you, the monument I have erected
High as the pyramids, royal, sublime,
During as brass--it shall not be affected
E'en by the elements coupled with Time.
Poema De Vejez y De Amor
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
A veces, en los ámbitos desiertos
de los viejos salones,
cuando dialogas con la voz anciana,
se oye también, sonora maravilla,
tu clara voz, como la campanilla
de las litúrgicas elevaciones.
To ---, Five Years Old
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Delighted soul! that in thy new abode
Dwellest contentedly and knowest not
What men can mean who faint beneath the load
Of mortal life and mourn an earthly lot;
Urania, or Spiritual Poems: Sonnet 7 - Thrice Happy He Who
© William Henry Drummond
Thrice happy he who by some shady grove
Far from the clamorous world doth live his own;
Point Joe
© Robinson Jeffers
Point Joe has teeth and has torn ships; it has fierce and solitary
beauty;
Walk there all day you shall see nothing that will not make part
of a poem.
On The Posteriors
© Jonathan Swift
Because I am by nature blind,
I wisely choose to walk behind;
However, to avoid disgrace,
I let no creature see my face.
The Lily of St Leonards
© Henry Lawson
O Lily of St Leonards!
And I was mad to roam
She died with loving words for me
Three days ere I came home.
Acapulco Goldie
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
She was dancin' when I seen her, in a Mexican cantina
In a neighborhood they call "La Zona Roja".
She had a child's smile, but she told me in a while
It would take a lot of gold to get to know her.
He Never Smiled Again
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The bark that held a prince went down,
The sweeping waves roll'd on;
