Top 500 Poems
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In Memory Of My Mother
by Patrick Kavanagh
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
"It Might Have Been"
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
We will be what we could be. Do not say,
"It might have been, had not this, or that, or this."
Traveling Through The Dark
by William Stafford
Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
City That Does Not Sleep
by Federico García Lorca
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
I Knew A Woman
by Theodore Roethke
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
by Hilaire Belloc
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably
A trick that everyone abhors
Andy's Gone With Cattle
by Henry Lawson
Our Andy's gone to battle now
Sex Without Love
by Mrs. Cynosure
A pleasure we do out of love for the other person
We our sharing the sexual experiment with
by James Arlington Wright
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
What's friendship? The hangover's faction,
The gratis talk of outrage,
Advice To A Son
by Ernest Hemingway
Never trust a white man,
Never kill a Jew,
Ice And Fire
by Edmund Spenser
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Maker Of Heaven And Earth (All Things Bright And Beautiful)
by Cecil Frances Alexander
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
by Ted Hughes
This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
The World Is A Beautiful Place
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
by Claude McKay
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
Daddy Fell Into The Pond.
by Alfred Noyes
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
I Am Very Bothered
by Simon Armitage
I am very bothered when I think
of the bad things I have done in my life.
by Henry Lawson
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
by Alexander Pope
See what delights in sylvan scenes appear!
Descending Gods have found Elysium here.
Anywhere You Choose
by Ernestine Northover
With this heart I'll meet you,
With this heart I'll greet you,
by Carl Sandburg
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your
Rondel Of Merciless Beauty
by Geoffrey Chaucer
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
by Jorge Luis Borges
If I could live again my life,
In the next - I'll try,
The Cherry Trees
by Edward Thomas
The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
On the old road where all that passed are dead,