Top 500 Poems
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Being With You
by Heather Burns
Being with you for just
About His Person
by Simon Armitage
Five pounds fifty in change, exactly,
a library card on its date of expiry.
The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner
by Randall Jarrell
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
by Marianne Moore
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all
The Hope Of My Heart
by John McCrae
"Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine."
I left, to earth, a little maiden fair,
by Edmund Spenser
Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
* Send me a Love *
by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
The sound of running water
galvanizes the wound I endure
Making A Fist
by Naomi Shihab Nye
We forget that we are all dead men conversing wtih dead men.
—Jorge Luis Borges
Be With Those Who Help Your Being
by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
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.
by Sarojini Naidu
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all nig
by Robert Herrick
Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.
Catch a Little Rhyme
by Eve Merriam
Once upon a time
I caught a little rhyme
by Shel Silverstein
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
by Thomas Stearns Eliot
Because I do not hope to turn again
by Sara Teasdale
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
" To His Fairest Valentine Mrs. A. L.
by Richard Lovelace
"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
To Be of Use
by Marge Piercy
The people I love the best
jump into work head first
Alone, Looking for Blossoms Along the River
by Tu Fu
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable,
And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy.
A Work of Artifice
by Marge Piercy
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
Little Boy Blue
by Eugene Field
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
by Robert Hayden
The old woman across the way
is whipping the boy again
by David Bates
Childhood, sweet and sunny childhood,
With its careless, thoughtless air,
The Masks of Love
by Alden Nowlan
I come in from a walk
Abode of the Beloved
Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched,
Where My Complete Beloved Is.