Top 500 Poems
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by Ernest Christopher Dowson
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
Little Boy Blue
by Eugene Field
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
Anywhere Out Of The World
by Charles Baudelaire
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to
suffer in front of the stove, and ano
by Arthur Rimbaud
No one's serious at seventeen.
Where The Sidewalk Ends
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
by Edmund Spenser
Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
To Be Of Use
by Marge Piercy
The people I love the best
jump into work head first
by Sarojini Naidu
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
by Sara Teasdale
There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
by Seamus Heaney
I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
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,
Why I Love You
by Udiah (witness to Yah)
You give to me hope
And help me to cope
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.
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.
In The Orchard
by Muriel Stuart
'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.'
'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon
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
Constantly Risking Absurdity
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Constantly risking absurdity
Lonely Am I
by jim foulk
Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
The Hound Of Heaven
by Francis Thompson
I fled Him down the nights and down the days
I fled Him down the arches of the years
Lord Ullin's Daughter
by Thomas Campbell
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound,
Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry!
Haiku (The Taste...)
by Jack Kerouac
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 Anna Akhmatova
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
! A Grief Ago
by Michael Shepherd
'There is no grief
which time does not lessen
A Brown Girl Dead
by Countee Cullen
With two white roses on her breasts,
White candles at head and feet,