Joyce Kilmer

(1886-1918 / New Jersey)

Joyce Kilmer Poems

1. Trees 12/31/2002
2. Stars 12/31/2002
3. The House With Nobody In It 12/31/2002
4. Old Poets 12/31/2002
5. As Winds That Blow Against A Star 12/31/2002
6. Love's Lantern 12/31/2002
7. Madness 12/31/2002
8. Prayer Of A Soldier In France 12/31/2002
9. Ballade Of My Lady's Beauty 1/4/2003
10. Delicatessen 12/31/2002
11. A Blue Valentine 12/31/2002
12. Citizen Of The World 12/31/2002
13. Pennies 12/31/2002
14. Memorial Day 12/31/2002
15. Alarm Clocks 12/31/2002
16. Easter 12/31/2002
17. To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself 12/31/2002
18. Dave Lilly 12/31/2002
19. Roofs 12/31/2002
20. The Rosary 12/31/2002
21. Main Street 12/31/2002
22. Wealth 12/31/2002
23. Easter Week 12/31/2002
24. Poets 12/31/2002
25. Rouge Bouquet 1/4/2003
26. Vision 12/31/2002
27. Houses 12/31/2002
28. Martin 12/31/2002
29. Folly 12/31/2002
30. Mount Houvenkopf 12/31/2002
31. The Snowman In The Yard 12/31/2002
32. St. Alexis, Patron Of Beggars 12/31/2002
33. To Certain Poets 12/31/2002
34. Waverley 12/31/2002
35. The Twelve-Forty-Five 12/31/2002
36. To A Blackbird And His Mate Who Died In The Spring 12/31/2002
37. Apology 4/26/2011
38. The White Ships And The Red 12/31/2002
39. The Fourth Shepherd 12/31/2002
40. Servant Girl And Grocer's Boy 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Joyce Kilmer

Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Read the full of Trees

Alarm Clocks

When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm
Across green fields and yellow hills of hay
The little twittering birds laugh in his way
And poise triumphant on his shining arm.
He bears a sword of flame but not to harm
The wakened life that feels his quickening sway
And barnyard voices shrilling "It is day!"
Take by his grace a new and alien charm.

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