Poems begining by P
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Plague Of Dead Sharks
© Alan Dugan
Who knows whether the sea heals or corrodes?
The wading, wintered pack-beasts of the feet
Poetry
© Charles Harpur
RISING and setting suns of Liberty
Mountainous exploits and the wrecks thick strewn
Pharsalia - Book II: The Flight Of Pompeius
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
This was made plain the anger of the gods;
The universe gave signs Nature reversed
In monstrous tumult fraught with prodigies
Her laws, and prescient spake the coming guilt.
Peace
© Sara Teasdale
Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It ebbs not back like the sea.
Prayer For Deliverance From The Pestilence (From "Oedipus The King")
© Sophocles
Lord of the Pythian treasure,
What meaneth the word thou hast spoken?
Prison Of Cervantes
© James Russell Lowell
Seat of all woes? Though Nature's firm decree
The narrowing soul with narrowing dungeon bind,
Praise
© George Herbert
To write a verse or two is all the praise
That I can raise;
Mend my estate in any wayes,
Thou shalt have more.
Peace Not Permanence
© Robert Herrick
Great cities seldom rest; if there be none
T' invade from far, they'll find worse foes at home.
Peek-A-Boo
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When it hides its pink little face in its hands,
And crows, and shows that it understands
PARADOX. That it is best for a Young Maid to marry an Old Man
© Henry King
Fair one, why cannot you an old man love?
He may as useful, and more constant prove.
Experience shews you that maturer years
Are a security against those fears
"Pent in this common sphere"
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
PENT in this common sphere of sensual shows,
I pine for beauty; beauty of fresh mien,
And gentle utterance, and the charm serene,
Wherewith the hue of mystic dream-land glows;
Punishment
© Edgar Albert Guest
Their childhood is so brief that we
Should hesitate to spoil their fun,
pata-pata buta-buta hal hamara
© Meer Taqi Meer
rakhnon se diwar-e-chaman k munh ko le hai chipa ya'ani
un surakhon k tuk rahne ko sau ka nazara jane hai
Penelope
© Francis Bret Harte
So you've kem 'yer agen,
And one answer won't do?
Well, of all the derned men
That I've struck, it is you.
O Sal! 'yer's that derned fool from Simpson's, cavortin' round 'yer
in the dew.
Pharsalia - Book X: Caesar In Egypt
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Caesar's ears in vain
Had she implored, but aided by her charms
The wanton's prayers prevailed, and by a night
Of shame ineffable, passed with her judge,
She won his favour.
Problems Of A Journalist
© Weldon Kees
I want to get away somewhere and re-read Proust,
Said an editor of Newsweek to a man on Look.
Dachaus with telephones, Siberias with bonuses.
One reads, as winter settles on the town,
The evening paper, in an Irving Place café.
Poets Of The Olden Time
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE brave old poets sing of nobler themes
Than those weak griefs which harass craven souls;
The torrent of their lusty music rolls
Not through dark valleys of distempered dreams,
