Top 500 Poems
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by Gerard Manley Hopkins
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
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,
(there's A Fire Burning In My Eyes)
by Allen Steble
Even the impossible can be done
because i believe it can
One Being Brought From Africa To America
by Phillis Wheatley
'TWAS mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
by James Arlington Wright
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
by Jorge Luis Borges
If I could live again my life,
In the next - I'll try,
Again And Again
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
Maker Of Heaven And Earth (All Things Bright And Beautiful)
by Cecil Frances Alexander
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
1914 I: Peace
by Rupert Brooke
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
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;
1914 Iv: The Dead
by Rupert Brooke
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
In Paris With You
by James Fenton
Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.
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
Andy's Gone With Cattle
by Henry Lawson
Our Andy's gone to battle now
by Tu Fu
Above the tower -- a lone, twice-sized moon.
On the cold river passing night-filled homes,
by Sara Teasdale
I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give—
I Am The Only Being Whose Doom
by Emily Jane Brontë
I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
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
by Anne Sexton
as black as a hook,
Ode On Solitude
by Alexander Pope
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Daddy Fell Into The Pond.
by Alfred Noyes
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
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
Under One Small Star
by Wislawa Szymborska
My apologies to chance for calling it necessity.
My apologies to necessity if I'm mistaken, after all.
I Have Dreamed Of You So Much
by Robert Desnos
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make