Poems begining by P
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Precious
© McGimpsey David
Precious as the love between a manand either Betty or Veronica,sweet as spending the night in a vanwith a bottle of no-name Goldshläger
Posted as Missing
© John Masefield
Under all her topsails she trembled like a stag,The wind made a ripple in her bonny red flag;They cheered her from the shore and they cheered her from the pier,And under all her topsails she trembled like a deer
Prairie Graveyard
© Marriott Anne
Wind mutters thinly on the sagging wirebinding the graveyard from the gouged dirt road,bends thick-bristled Russian thistle,sifts listless dustinto cracks in hard grey ground
Protest of a Young Intellectual
© Marquis Donald Robert Perry
God never plucks me by the sleeve And begs for my advice,And since He doesn't all His works Leave me cold as ice.
Poets & Muses
© Macpherson Jay
Poets are such bad employers,Muses ought to Organize:Time off, sick pay, danger wages --Come, ye wretched of the skies!
Praise, my Soul, the King of Heaven (Psalm 103)
© Henry Francis Lyte
Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;To His feet Thy tribute bring!Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,Who like me His praise should sing?Praise Him! praise Him!Praise the everlasting King!
Power
© Audre Lorde
The difference between poetry and rhetoricis being ready to killyourselfinstead of your children.
Portable Demons
© Leggat Alexandra
I found the ghost of Dorothy Parkerin an old movie house in Times SquareI approached her with condolencesand slowly coerced her out of there
People
© David Herbert Lawrence
The great gold apples of nightHang from the street's long bough Dripping their lightOn the faces that drift below,On the faces that drift and blowDown the night-time, out of sight In the wind's sad sough
Piers Plowman: The Prologue
© William Langland
In a somer sesun, whon softe was the sonne,I schop me into a shroud, as I a scheep were;In habite as an hermite unholy of werkesWente I wyde in this world wondres to here;Bote in a Mayes morwnynge on Malverne hullesMe bifel a ferly, of fairie, me-thoughte
Poor Speaker
© L'Abbé Sonnet
I understand you.I get what you're trying to say.What you're trying to say is you want me to get it.
Persephone in Winter
© Hyde Robin
Persephone in winter-timeLay still, nor gave a thoughtTo the fierce surging tides of flowersHer restless youth had brought
Pasteurs et Troupeaux
© Victor Marie Hugo
Le vallon où je vais tous les jours est charmant,Serein, abandonné, seul sous-le firmament,Plein de ronces en fleurs; c'est un sourire triste
Passtime with good company
© Henry VIII, King of England
Pastime with good companyI love and shall unto I die
