Top 500 Poems
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City That Does Not Sleep
by Federico García Lorca
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
Faces In The Street
by Henry Lawson
They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone
by Hilaire Belloc
Be kind and tender to the Frog,
And do not call him names,
A Familiar Letter
by Oliver Wendell Holmes
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying;
Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?
See it Through
by Edgar Albert Guest
When you're up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing
by Margaret Atwood
The world is full of women
who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
by Carl Sandburg
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
by James Arlington Wright
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
by Ted Hughes
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
by Ambrose Bierce
In contact, lo! the flint and steel,
By sharp and flame, the thought reveal
>>>I Want To Die
by Abdul Wahab
Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
No more i like to add them, so, I want to die
Albert and the Lion
by Marriott Edgar
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
Daddy Fell into the Pond.
by Alfred Noyes
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
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 Sir Walter Raleigh
IF all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
Rondel of Merciless Beauty
by Geoffrey Chaucer
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
by Sylvia Plath
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
45 Mercy Street
by Anne Sexton
In my dream,
drilling into the marrow
The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
A Red Palm
by Gary Soto
You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
by Tu Fu
Above the tower -- a lone, twice-sized moon.
On the cold river passing night-filled homes,
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
by Omar Khayyam
<i>Translated into English in 1859 by Edward FitzGerald</i>
Inniskeen Road: July Evening
by Patrick Kavanagh
The bicycles go by in twos and threes -
There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night,
Long Distance II
by Tony Harrison
Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,