Poems begining by T
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The Conquerors
© Taylor Edward Robeson
As falcons from their native eyry soar,So, tired with weight of their disdainful woes,Rovers and captains out of Palos rose,To daring, brutish dreams mad to the core.
The Star
© Taylor Jane
TWINKLE, twinkle, little star,How I wonder what you are !Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the sky.
The Cut
© Taylor Jane
WELL, what's the matter ? there's a face What ! has it cut a vein ?And is it quite a shocking place ? Come, let us look again.
The Baby's Dance
© Taylor Ann
DANCE little baby, dance up high,Never mind baby, mother is by ;Crow and caper, caper and crow,There little baby, there you go ;Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,Backwards and forwards, round and round ;Dance little baby, and mother shall sing,With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding
The Gardener 85
© Rabindranath Tagore
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds
The Gardener 66
© Rabindranath Tagore
A wandering madman was seeking the touchstone, with matted locks, tawny and dust-laden, and body worn to a shadow, his lips tight-pressed, like the shut-up doors of his heart, his burning eyes like the lamp of a glow-worm seeking its mate
The Gardener 38
© Rabindranath Tagore
My love, once upon a time your poet launched a great epic in his mind
The Child
© Rabindranath Tagore
The first flush of dawn glistens on the dew-dripping leaves of the forest
The United States to the Filipinos
© Tabb John Banister
We come to give you libertyTo do whate'er we choose,Or clean exterminationIf you venture to refuse.
The Stranger
© Tabb John Banister
He entered, but the mask he woreConcealed his face from me.Still, something I had seen before He brought to memory.
The Reaper
© Tabb John Banister
Tell me whither, maiden June,Down the dusky slope of noonWith thy sickle of a moon Goest thou to reap.
To Urania To I.K
© Joseph Brodsky
Everything has its limit including sorrow.
A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon
T?rnfallet
© Joseph Brodsky
There is a meadow in Sweden
where I lie smitten,
eyes stained with clouds'
white ins and outs.
The Soote Season, that Bud and Bloom forth Brings
© Henry Howard
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings,With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale;The nightingale with feathers new she sings,The turtle to her make hath told her tale
The Witness
© Sullivan Rosemary
I have to admit it's a strange feelingto blow your wife away,he said and kind of smiled
The way, in a rainstorm, the sky (5)
© Sullivan Rosemary
The way, in a rainstorm, the skydescends in sudden violence,flooding the sluices of the overhead passesand tumbling to the road in fallsof water, and we wait at the side of the roadfilling the space with the hot breathof our panic, until the violencehas passed and we can proceedin the dark, the tears of nightblinding our windshieldonly a little less
The universe is as close as the veins in your neck
© Sullivan Rosemary
The angle seemed askew,an enigmatic grin hangingat the end of the highway,a last orange gasp.
To Stretcher Bearers
© Studdert Kennedy Geoffrey Anketell
Easy does it -- bit o' trench 'ere,Mind that blinkin' bit o' wire,There's a shell 'ole on your left there,Lift 'im up a little 'igher
The Author to Her Book
© Anne Bradstreet
Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,
Who after birth didst by my side remain,
The Spirit
© Studdert Kennedy Geoffrey Anketell
When there ain't no gal to kiss you,And the postman seems to miss you,And the fags have skipped an issue, Carry on.
