Poems begining by P

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Prayers To Lord Murugan

© A. K. Ramanujan



Lord of new arrivals
lovers and rivals:

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Paradise

© Lokto

there is a paradise that can be found
a better place to bring us round
and all we really have to do
is to see the world like lovers do

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Princess: A Medley: The splendour falls on castle walls

© Alfred Tennyson

O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

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Passing away, saith the World

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Passing away, saith the World, passing away:

Chances, beauty and youth, sapp'd day by day:

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Power

© Adrienne Rich

Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earth
one bottle amber perfect a hundred-year-old
cure for fever or melancholy a tonic
for living on this earth in the winters of this climate.

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Paula Becker to Clara Westhoff

© Adrienne Rich

The autumn feels slowed down,

summer still holds on here, even the light

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Portuguese sea

© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa

Oh salted sea, how much of your salt
Are tears of Portugal!
For crossing you, how many mothers wept,
How many children prayed in vain!

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Paul Revere's Ride

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.

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Poet

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

TO clothe the fiery thought
In simple words succeeds
For still the craft of genius is
To mask a king in weeds.

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Plein Air

© Wratislaw Theodore William Graf

Purple and white the pansies shone.Tall stocks that stained the garden walkWith crimson, heard our amorous talkAnd blushed to know that she was won.

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Parting At Morning

© Robert Browning

Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun looked over the mountain's rim:
And straight was a path of gold for him,
And the need of a world of men for me.

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Paraboles

© Paul Verlaine

Soyez béni, Seigneur, qui m'avez fait chrétienDans ces temps de féroce ignorance et de haine;Mais donnez-moi la force et l'audace sereineDe vous être à toujours fidèle comme un chien,

De vous être l'agneau destiné qui suit bienSa mère et ne sait faire au pâtre aucune peine,Sentant qu'il doit sa vie encore, après sa laine,Au maître, quand il veut utiliser ce bien,

Le poisson, pour servir au Fils de monogramme,L'ânon obscur qu'un jour en triomphe il monta,Et, dans ma chair, les porcs qu'à l'abîme il jeta

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Poesie

© Paul Valéry

Par la surprise saisie,Une bouche qui buvaitAu sein de la PoésieEn sépare son duvet:

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Pallbearers

© Tierney Matthew

Something is wrong the train hasn'tmoved in 20 minutes

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Postscript

© Thorley Wilfred Charles

I am a careless weaver Who works with dazzled eye:Amid the fields I wander, And I leave my threads awry For God alone to ply.

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Passe-Port

© Sullivan Rosemary

We pass the turnstileinto your country.The computer spits you out --You're no longer on its mind.

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Pan in Wall Street

© Stedman Edmund Clarence

Just where the Treasury's marble front Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations;Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont To throng for trade and last quotations;Where, hour by hour, the rates of gold Outrival, in the ears of people,The quarter-chimes, serenely tolled From Trinity's undaunted steeple,--

Even there I heard a strange, wild strain Sound high above the modern clamor,Above the cries of greed and gain, The curbstone war, the auction's hammer;And swift, on Music's misty ways, It led, from all this strife for millions,To ancient, sweet-do-nothing days Among the kirtle-robed Sicilians

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Pugnax Gives Notice

© Starnino Carmine

He’s done with it, the tridents and tigers,the manager’s greed, the sumptuous bedsof noble women who please their own moods

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Poems in Three Parts

© Robert Bly

Oh on an early morning I think I shall live forever!
I am wrapped in my joyful flesh
As the grass is wrapped in its clouds of green.

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Passing an Orchard by Train

© Robert Bly

Grass high under apple trees.
The bark of the trees rough and sexual
the grass growing heavy and uneven.