Top 500 Poems
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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.
It Is Not Love It Is Madness
by Mirza Ghalib
(You say) It is not love, it is madness
My madness may be the cause of your fame
by Siegfried Sassoon
Have you forgotten yet?...
For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
The Great Valuable Gift On Christmas Day
by AISWARYA T ANISH
“Wow! It’s Christmas, happiness coming
Now for the gift welcoming loving
by Sylvia Chidi
Honesty is beautiful
Kindness is beautiful
As One Listens To The Rain
by Octavio Paz
Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
by Louise Gluck
I'll tell you something: every day
people are dying. And that's just the beginning.
About His Person
by Simon Armitage
Five pounds fifty in change, exactly,
a library card on its date of expiry.
All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters
by James Joyce
All day I hear the noise of waters
by Robert Hayden
The old woman across the way
is whipping the boy again
*** Your Beautiful Eyes *** In Top 500 Poems
by ANJALI SINHA
vividly those serene eyes,
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.
I Am Waiting
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
Every Time I Kiss You
by Nizar Qabbani
Every time I kiss you
After a long separation
by Steve Turner
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
Little Boy Blue
by Eugene Field
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
Just Beyond The Sunset
by David Harris
Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Wild Geese By Mary Oliver
by Alison Cassidy
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
by emo girl
in my dark creepy room..........
Some Like Poetry
by Wislawa Szymborska
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
The Masks Of Love
by Alden Nowlan
I come in from a walk
by Anna Akhmatova
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
How Pleasant To Know Mr. Lear
by Edward Lear
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear,
Who has written such volumes of stuff.
by Marianne Moore
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all
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,