Top 500 Poems
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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.
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;
by Steve Turner
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
by Siegfried Sassoon
Have you forgotten yet?...
For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
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.
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, --
Since Hanna Moved Away
by Judith Viorst
The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
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 Sir Walter Scott
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
by Ernest Christopher Dowson
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
by Robert Herrick
Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.
"A Little While, A Little While..."
by Emily Jane Brontë
A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
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
A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed
by Jonathan Swift
Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane,
For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain;
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
I Am Waiting
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
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 Robert Hayden
The old woman across the way
is whipping the boy again
by Anna Akhmatova
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
by Naomi Shihab Nye
"A true Arab knows how to catch a fly in his hands,"
my father would say. And he'd prove it,
by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
by Sir Walter Raleigh
EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
A Poem For Myself
by Etheridge Knight
I was born in Mississippi;
I walked barefooted thru the mud.
The Alchemist In The City
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
My window shews the travelling clouds,
Leaves spent, new seasons, alter'd sky,
by Sir Walter Raleigh
IF all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,