Poems begining by U
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Uncle
© Harry Graham
Uncle, whose inventive brains
kept evolving aeroplanes,
fell from an enormous height
upon my garden lawn last night.
Flying is a fatal sport,
uncle wrecked the tennis court.
Unser Gott
© Karle Wilson Baker
(Yea, "Unser Gott! Our strength is Unser Gott!
Not that light-minded Bon Dieu of France!")
Under The October Maples
© James Russell Lowell
What mean these banners spread,
These paths with royal red
Under The Blue Skies...
© Alexander Pushkin
Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade...
Until surely there flew without a sound
Above me, her young shade;
Upon my Son Samuel his goeing for England, Novem. 6, 1657.
© Anne Bradstreet
Thou mighty God of Sea and Land,
I here resigne into thy hand
Understanding
© Edgar Albert Guest
When I was young and frivolous and never stopped to think,
When I was always doing wrong, or just upon the brink;
When I was just a lad of seven and eight and nine and ten,
It seemed to me that every day I got in trouble then,
And strangers used to shake their heads and say I was no good,
But father always stuck to me it seems he understood.
Unconquered
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
However skilled and strong art thou, my foe,
However fierce is thy relentless hate
Unimportant Differences
© Edgar Albert Guest
If he is honest, kindly, true,
And glad to work from day to day;
Upon The Thief
© John Bunyan
The thief, when he doth steal, thinks he doth gain;
Yet then the greatest loss he doth sustain.
Unhousel'd, Unanointed, Unanel'd
© Katharine Tynan
When these men must go alone
Sans an absolution,
When their sins are heavy as lead,
Thou Thyself will lift the head ;
Thou, High Priest, wilt whisper low,
Te Absolvo! ere they go.
Upon The Bee
© John Bunyan
The bee goes out, and honey home doth bring,
And some who seek that honey find a sting.
Now would'st thou have the honey, and be free
From stinging, in the first place kill the bee.
Uncertainty
© Madison Julius Cawein
It will not be to-day and yet
I think and dream it will; and let
The slow uncertainty devise
So many sweet excuses, met
With the old doubt in hope's disguise.
Unknown
© Edward Thomas
She is most fair,
And when they see her pass
The poets' ladies
Look no more in the glass
But after her.
Unofficial
© Edith Nesbit
ONE morning, my heart can remember,
I sat dreaming there,
In the 'governor's' chair
In the office. The month was November,
And the weather a subject for prayer.
Upon the Kings happy return from Scotland
© Henry King
So breaks the day when the returning Sun
Hath newly through his Winter Tropick run,
As You (Great Sir!) in this regress come forth
From the remoter Climate of the North.
Unfulfilled
© Madison Julius Cawein
In my dream last night it seemed I stood
With a boy's glad heart in my boyhood's wood.
