Top 500 Poems
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How Pleasant To Know Mr. Lear
by Edward Lear
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear,
Who has written such volumes of stuff.
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.
Haiku (The Low Yellow...)
by Jack Kerouac
The low yellow
moon above the
America The Beautiful
by Katharine Lee Bates
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
About His Person
by Simon Armitage
Five pounds fifty in change, exactly,
a library card on its date of expiry.
by Marianne Moore
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all
As One Listens To The Rain
by Octavio Paz
Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
A Memory Of June
by Claude McKay
When June comes dancing o'er the death of May,
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
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.
Is It Possible
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
Is it possible
That so high debate,
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
A Ballad Of Dreamland
by Algernon Charles Swinburne
I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;
A Work Of Artifice
by Marge Piercy
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
The Face That Launch'D A Thousand Ships
by Christopher Marlowe
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
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,
by Louise Gluck
I have a friend who still believes in heaven.
Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to God.
Round And Round
by Vikram Seth
After a long and wretched flight
That stretched from daylight into night,
To Be Of Use
by Marge Piercy
The people I love the best
jump into work head first
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 Shel Silverstein
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
by Archibald MacLeish
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit
by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
Some Like Poetry
by Wislawa Szymborska
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
by Amy Lowell
I walk down the garden-paths,
And all the daffodils
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,