Top 500 Poems
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by Matsuo Basho
a worm digs silently
As One Listens To The Rain
by Octavio Paz
Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
God It Hurts
by Amy Louise Kerswell
I said 'God it hurts'
And God said 'I Know'
by Marianne Moore
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all
Long Distance Ii
by Tony Harrison
Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
A Barefoot Boy
by James Whitcomb Riley
A barefoot boy! I mark him at his play --
For May is here once more, and so is he, --
by Seamus Heaney
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
Come, Walk With Me
by Emily Jane Brontë
Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
Disillusionment Of Ten O'Clock
by Wallace Stevens
The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
by Sarojini Naidu
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
Abode Of The Beloved
Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched,
Where My Complete Beloved Is.
As The Ruin Falls
by Clive Staples Lewis
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
Jenny Kissed Me
by James Henry Leigh Hunt
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
A Poem For Myself
by Etheridge Knight
I was born in Mississippi;
I walked barefooted thru the mud.
by emo girl
in my dark creepy room..........
There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods
by George Gordon Byron
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
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,
A Love By The Sea
by William Ernest Henley
Out of the starless night that covers me,
(O tribulation of the wind that rolls!)
Little Orphant Annie
by James Whitcomb Riley
To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
by Sir Walter Scott
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
To My Dear And Loving Husband
by Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
An Old Life
by Donald Hall
Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
Personal Letter No. 3
by Sonia Sanchez
nothing will keep
us young you know
Call It A Good Marriage
by Robert Graves
Call it a good marriage -
For no one ever questioned
by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof