Poems begining by W

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Written at Stonehenge

© Thomas Warton

Thou noblest monument of Albion's isle!

Whether by Merlin's aid, from Scythia's shore,

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Written near a Port on a Dark Evening

© Charlotte Turner Smith

All is black shadow but the lucid line
Marked by the light surf on the level sand,
Or where afar the ship-lights faintly shine
Like wandering fairy fires, that oft on land
Misled the pilgrim--such the dubious ray
That wavering reason lends in life's long darkling way.

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When All My Five And Country Senses See

© Dylan Thomas

My one and noble heart has witnesses
In all love's countries, that will grope awake;
And when blind sleep drops on the spying senses,
The heart is sensual, though five eyes break.

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Words

© Ruth Stone

Wallace Stevens says,
"A poet looks at the world
as a man looks at a woman."

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Weirdos

© Sasha Skenderija

Deep and unreachable in their darknesses,
capriciously childish and tender
when we write to each other,
while we talk about one of us
who is not around.

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Written among the Euganean Hills North Italy

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

MANY a green isle needs must be


In the deep wide sea of Misery,

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When Ure Hero Falls

© Tupac Shakur

when your hero falls from grace


all fairy tales r uncovered

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What the Sexton Said

© Vachel Lindsay

Your dust will be upon the wind
Within some certain years,
Though you be sealed in lead to-day
Amid the country's tears.

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Why

© Amir Khosrow

Why was the king thirsty?


Why was the donkey sad?

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Was lovable when little

© Amir Khosrow

Was lovable when little (or lit),
but was worthless when grown up (or extinguished)
Khusro has told you his name,
solve this riddle or get out of town.

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What Kind Of Mistress He Would Have

© Robert Herrick

Be the mistress of my choice,

Clean in manners, clear in voice;

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Who Runs America?

© Allen Ginsberg

Oil brown smog over Denver
Oil red dung colored smoke
level to level across the horizon

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Weep no more

© John Gould Fletcher

WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan,

Sorrow calls no time that 's gone:

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With Life's Tomorrow Time You Grasp

© Mihai Eminescu

With life's tomorrow time you grasp,
Its yesterdays you fling away,
And still, in spite of all remains
Its long eternity, today.

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What Is Love..

© Mihai Eminescu

What is love ? A lifetime spent
Of days that pain does fill,
That thousand tears can't content,
But asks for tears still.

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With Whom is no Variableness, Neither Shadow of Turning

© Arthur Hugh Clough

It fortifies my soul to know
That, though I perish, Truth is so:
That, howsoe'er I stray and range,
Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change.
I steadier step when I recall
That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.

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What Has Happened To Lulu?

© Charles Causley

What has happened to Lulu, mother?
What has happened to Lu?
There’s nothing in her bed but an old rag-doll
And by its side a shoe.

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Weed

© Zitner Sheldon

Skeletal cabbage, lowly. As grey as greenWith leaves--no, tentacles--

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Whoso List to Hunt, I Know where is an Hind

© Sir Thomas Wyatt

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,But as for me, hélas, I may no more

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What should I Say

© Sir Thomas Wyatt

What should I say,Since faith is dead,And truth awayFrom you is fled?Should I be ledWith doubleness?Nay, nay, mistress!