Top 500 Poems


 

# Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
401. Clive Staples Lewis poet 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.
7.43 9
402. Algernon Charles Swinburne poet 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;
6.17 11
403. Steve Turner poet Creed by Steve Turner
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
8.86 9
404. Siegfried Sassoon poet Aftermath by Siegfried Sassoon
Have you forgotten yet?...
For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
6.67 2
405. Randall Jarrell poet 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.
8.19 2
406. James Whitcomb Riley poet 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, --
5.49 25
407. Judith Viorst poet Since Hanna Moved Away by Judith Viorst
The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
8.36 12
408. Patrick Kavanagh poet 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,
6.23 4
409. Sir Walter Scott poet Answer by Sir Walter Scott
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
4.94 16
410. Ernest Christopher Dowson poet April Love by Ernest Christopher Dowson
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
6.38 14
411. Robert Herrick poet Dreams by Robert Herrick
Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.
5.83 19
412. Emily Jane Brontë poet "A Little While, A Little While..." by Emily Jane Brontë
A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
5.48 11
413. Muriel Stuart poet 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
6.90 14
414. Jonathan Swift poet A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed by Jonathan Swift
Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane,
For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain;
6.20 16
415. Sarojini Naidu poet Coromandel Fishers 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
6.34 7
416. Lawrence Ferlinghetti poet I Am Waiting by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
8.13 3
417. Anne Bradstreet poet 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.
6.62 6
418. Robert Hayden poet The Whipping by Robert Hayden
The old woman across the way
     is whipping the boy again
6.78 6
419. Anna Akhmatova poet Everything by Anna Akhmatova
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
6.51 7
420. Naomi Shihab Nye poet Blood 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,
7.49 9
421. Sulaiman Mohd Yusof poet Terror by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof Rookie - 3 Points
Flashing rays
Thunderous sound
9.60 189
422. Sir Walter Raleigh poet The Conclusion by Sir Walter Raleigh
EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
6.30 17
423. Etheridge Knight poet A Poem For Myself by Etheridge Knight
I was born in Mississippi;
I walked barefooted thru the mud.
7.50 16
424. Gerard Manley Hopkins poet The Alchemist In The City by Gerard Manley Hopkins
My window shews the travelling clouds,
Leaves spent, new seasons, alter'd sky,
6.32 17
425. Sir Walter Raleigh poet Her Reply by Sir Walter Raleigh
IF all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
5.91 14
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