Top 500 Poems
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by Robert Herrick
Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.
A Work Of Artifice
by Marge Piercy
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
A Poem For Myself
by Etheridge Knight
I was born in Mississippi;
I walked barefooted thru the mud.
by Robert Hayden
The old woman across the way
is whipping the boy again
An Old Life
by Donald Hall
Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
by Marianne Moore
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all
The House With Nobody In It
by Joyce Kilmer
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
by Seamus Heaney
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
Little Boy Blue
by Eugene Field
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
On What Is Best
Some celebrate the beauty
of knights, or infantry,
Constantly Risking Absurdity
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Constantly risking absurdity
by Ernest Christopher Dowson
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
by Louise Gluck
I'll tell you something: every day
people are dying. And that's just the beginning.
As One Listens To The Rain
by Octavio Paz
Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
by Donald Hall
To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
"A Little While, A Little While..."
by Emily Jane Brontë
A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
by Sir Walter Scott
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
by Matsuo Basho
a worm digs silently
by Allen Ginsberg
Elan that lifts me above the clouds
into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
by emo girl
in my dark creepy room..........
Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms
by Thomas Moore
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Fruit Of The Flower
by Countee Cullen
My father is a quiet man
With sober, steady ways;
Jenny Kissed Me
by James Henry Leigh Hunt
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Lost Love (Love Love Love Love Love Love)
by Udiah (witness to Yah)
Void, empty, hollow inside
My dreams have fled, my hopes have died
by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof