Top 500 Poems
|#||Poet||Poem||User Rating||Comment Count|
by Phillis Wheatley
THY various works, imperial queen, we see,
How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp
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,
Love Love Love
by Michael Shepherd
Oh it's so easy to say -
'Give what you think you lack -
by Ted Hughes
This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
by Charles Kingsley
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
Saturday At The Canal
by Gary Soto
I was hoping to be happy by seventeen.
School was a sharp check mark in the roll book,
The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
Rondel of Merciless Beauty
by Geoffrey Chaucer
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
Who Understands Me But Me
by Jimmy Santiago Baca
They turn the water off, so I live without water,
they build walls higher, so I live without treetops,
1914 IV: The Dead
by Rupert Brooke
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
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
by Alexander Pope
See what delights in sylvan scenes appear!
Descending Gods have found Elysium here.
Daddy Fell into the Pond.
by Alfred Noyes
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
An Hymn To The Morning
by Phillis Wheatley
ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine,
Assist my labours, and my strains refine;
by Galway Kinnell
Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
Why I Am Not A Painter
by Frank O'Hara
I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
A Little Boy's Dream
by Katherine Mansfield
To and fro, to and fro
In my little boat I go
by James Arlington Wright
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
by John Masefield
QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
by Sienna Harlequinn
I believe that the sun shines after the rain
I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
IN SEVEN PARTS
Facile credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visibiles in rerum
Long Distance II
by Tony Harrison
Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
Haiku (Birds singing...)
by Jack Kerouac
in the dark
Over The Rainbow
by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
The morning rays of the Sun cling
On the upper bow of the Rainbow