Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

Anonymous Americas Poems

81. James Longstreet 4/5/2010
82. Jefferson's Daughter 4/5/2010
83. Jesse James 4/5/2010
84. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt 4/5/2010
85. Jubilee Song 4/5/2010
86. Just After The War 4/5/2010
87. Knitting Socks 4/5/2010
88. Liberty Ball 4/5/2010
89. Little Be-Pope, 4/5/2010
90. Little Be-Pope, 4/5/2010
91. Lord Randall 1/1/2004
92. Lully, Lulley 1/1/2004
93. Mademoiselle From Armentières 4/5/2010
94. Midnight Special 1/1/2004
95. Missing 4/5/2010
96. My Friend Judge Not Me 1/1/2004
97. My Love In Her Attire 1/1/2004
98. Negro Spirituals 4/5/2010
99. Night And Morning 4/5/2010
100. Nothing At All In The Paper Today 4/5/2010
101. O Death, O Death, Rock Me Asleep 1/1/2004
102. O, Pity The Slave Mother 4/5/2010
103. Ode To Joy 4/5/2010
104. Oh! He's Nothing But A Soldier 4/5/2010
105. Old Mother Seward 4/5/2010
106. Ole Wirginny 4/5/2010
107. On To Victory 4/5/2010
108. One Day's Command 4/5/2010
109. Only One Man Killed Today 4/5/2010
110. Patience 1/1/2004
111. Pocahantas 4/5/2010
112. Poor Johnnie Pope 4/5/2010
113. Pope And Mcdowell 4/5/2010
114. Prison Bars 4/5/2010
115. Promise 4/5/2010
116. Rain 4/5/2010
117. Rebels 4/5/2010
118. Rescue The Slave 4/5/2010
119. Riddle 1/1/2004
120. Right On 4/5/2010
Best Poem of Anonymous Americas

The Man In The Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
and the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
and see what that man has to say

For it isn't your father or mother or wife
who judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts the most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass

Some people may think you a straight-shooting chum
and call you a wonderful guy
But the guy in the glass says you're only a bum
if you can't look him straight in the eye

He's the fellow to please never mind all the ...

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The Forsaken Bride

O waly waly up the bank,
And waly waly down the brae,
And waly waly yon burn-side
Where I and my Love wont to gae!
I leant my back unto an aik,
I thought it was a trusty tree;
But first it bow'd, and syne it brak,
Sae my true Love did lichtly me.

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