All Poems
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Troop Train
© Karl Shapiro
It stops the town we come through. Workers raise
Their oily arms in good salute and grin.
Ye Songs Of Mine!
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
Ye songs of mine! Of universal sorrows
A living witness ye;
Born of the passion of the soul, bewailing
Tempestuous and free,
The hard heart of humanity assailing
As doth her cliffs the sea!
In Memory Of Thomas Hughes Kelly
© Padraic Colum
I DREAMT my friend had come into the room
Where I had chided him for tasks delayed,
And this in answer to wide blame had said:
La Cancion De Flor De Mayo
© Amado Ruiz de Nervo
Flor de Mayo como un rayo
de la tarde se moría…
Yo te quise, Flor de Mayo,
tú lo sabes; ¡pero Dios no lo quería!
A Scrawl
© James Whitcomb Riley
I want to sing something-- but this is all--
I try and I try, but the rhymes are dull
As though they were damp, and the echoes fall
Limp and unlovable.
Song, In Imitation Of Shakspeare's "Blow, blow, thou winter wind"
© James Beattie
Blow, blow, thou vernal gale!
Thy balm will not avail
To ease my aching breast;
Though thou the billows smooth,
Thy murmurs cannot soothe
My weary soul to rest.
Understanding
© Edgar Albert Guest
When I was young and frivolous and never stopped to think,
When I was always doing wrong, or just upon the brink;
When I was just a lad of seven and eight and nine and ten,
It seemed to me that every day I got in trouble then,
And strangers used to shake their heads and say I was no good,
But father always stuck to me it seems he understood.
Show It At The Beach
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Oh they won't let us show it at the beach no they won't let us show it at the beach
They think we're gonna grab it if it gets within our reach
And they won't let us show it at the beach
The Old Soldier
© Katharine Tynan
Lest the young soldiers be strange in heaven,
God bids the old soldier they all adored
Come to Him and wait for them, clean, new-shriven,
A happy doorkeeper in the House of the Lord.
A Discouraging Model
© James Whitcomb Riley
Just the airiest, fairiest slip of a thing,
With a Gainsborough hat, like a butterfly's wing,
Tilted up at one side with the jauntiest air,
And a knot of red roses sown in under there
Where the shadows are lost in her hair.
Epitaph On A Beloved Friend
© George Gordon Byron
Oh, Friend! for ever loved, for ever dear!
What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour'd bier!
What sighs re'echo'd to thy parting breath,
Wilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death!
The River-Merchant's Wife
© Li Po
At fifteen I stopped scowling,
I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.
Why should I climb the look out?
To A Cold Beauty
© Thomas Hood
Lady, wouldst thou heiress be
To Winters cold and cruel part?
When he sets the rivers free,
Thou dost still lock up thy heart;
This Southern Land of Ours
© Charles Harpur
With alien hearts to frame our laws
And cheat us as of old,
Canadian Forever
© William Henry Drummond
So line up and try us,
Whoever would deny us
The freedom of our birthright
And they'll find us like a wall--
For we are Canadian--Canadian forever,
Canadian forever--Canadian over all.
The Dragon Of Grindly Grun
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun,
I breathe fire as hot as the sun.
When a knight comes to fight
I just toast him on sight,
Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun.
I Saw Children Playing
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
No! they still are playing, chatting in a ring,
Eager voices seeking other games to know.
Lone I go protestinghear them laugh and sing,
Feeling not my absence, heeding not my woe.
The Psychological Craze
© Lesbia Harford
I in the library,
Looking for books to read,
Pulled one out twice to see
If it fulfilled my need.
A Bicycle Built For Two
© Carolyn Wells
There was an ambitious young eel
Who determined to ride on a wheel;
But try as he might,
He couldn't ride right,
In spite of his ardor and zeal.
