Humor poems
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Loves Caprices
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
COME, sweetheart, hear me! I have loved thee well,
God knoweth. Through all these years my holiest thoughts,
Like those pure doves nurtured in antique temples,
Have fluttered ever round thine image fair,
A Word To Philosophers
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
COLD philosophers, so apt
With your formulas exacting,
In your problems so enwrapt,
And your theories distracting;
Cutty Sark
© Hart Crane
in the nickel-in-the-slot piano jogged
Stamboul Nightsweaving somebodys nickelsang
The Parting
© Madison Julius Cawein
She passed the thorn-trees, whose gaunt branches tossed
Their spider-shadows round her; and the breeze,
Beneath the ashen moon, was full of frost,
And mouthed and mumbled to the sickly trees,
Like some starved hag who sees her children freeze.
All Fools Day
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
The Sun called a beautiful Beam, that was playing
At the door of his golden-wall'd palace on high;
Soliloquy Of The Solipsist
© Sylvia Plath
I?
I walk alone;
The midnight street
Spins itself from under my feet;
House-Surgeon
© William Ernest Henley
Exceeding tall, but built so well his height
Half-disappears in flow of chest and limb;
The Lost Range
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
Only a few of us understood his ways and his outfit queer,
His saddle horse and his pack-horse, as lean as a winter steer,
A Fireside Vision
© Bliss William Carman
ONCE I walked the world enchanted
Through the scented woods of spring,
Hand in hand with Love, in rapture
Just to hear a bluebird sing.
The Child-World
© James Whitcomb Riley
There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows
Cool even now the fevered sight that knows
No more its airy visions of pure joy--
As when you were a boy.
Písne Kosmické (#16)
© Jan Neruda
Mesicek ze vsech sam a sam
okolo nas se toci,
sprovazi Zemi zivotem
a nespousti ji z oci.
Ode to the end of Summer
© Phyllis McGinley
It fades--this green this lavish interval
This time of flowers and fruits,
Of melon ripe along the orchard wall,
Of sun and sails and wrinkled linen suits;
Time when the world seems rather plus than minus
And pollen tickles the allergic sinus.
The Lover in Hell
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Eternally the choking steam goes up
From the black pools of seething oil. . . .
How merry
Those little devils are! They've stolen the pitchfork
Jabed Meeker, Humorist
© Ellis Parker Butler
You aint met him? Son, youve missed
The most funniest humorist
Ive met with in my born days
Funniest talker, anyways,
When it comes to repartee
Thats the humor catches me!
Conversation Galante
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
I OBSERVE: Our sentimental friend the moon!
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester Johns balloon
Or an old battered lantern hung aloft
To light poor travellers to their distress.
She then: How you digress!
your little voice... (I)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
your little voice
Over the wires came leaping
and i felt suddenly
dizzy
Death & Fame
© Allen Ginsberg
When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
Beggar To Beggar Cried
© William Butler Yeats
'Time to put off the world and go somewhere
And find my health again in the sea air,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'And make my soul before my pate is bare.-
