Top 500 Poems
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by Shel Silverstein
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
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 Thomas Stearns Eliot
Because I do not hope to turn again
Lord Ullin's Daughter
by Thomas Campbell
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound,
Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry!
Before The Dawn
by Mary Havran
Before dawn wind rushes
driving night’s chill westward
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
by Alison Cassidy
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
Dance Me To The End Of Love
by Leonard Cohen
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
by emo girl
in my dark creepy room..........
by Ernest Christopher Dowson
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
A City's Death By Fire
by Derek Walcott
After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky,
I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's death by fire;
About His Person
by Simon Armitage
Five pounds fifty in change, exactly,
a library card on its date of expiry.
What is hope.................
by Vineet Bansal
What hope means
Hope is bright shining light which keeps darkness at the bay
In A Dark Time
by Theodore Roethke
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
Self-Portrait At 28
by David Berman
I know it's a bad title
but I'm giving it to myself as a gift
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,
A Little While
by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
A little while a little love
The hour yet bears for thee and me
A Red Flower
by Claude McKay
Your lips are like a southern lily red,
Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night,
by Robinson Jeffers
I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
Haiku (The low yellow...)
by Jack Kerouac
The low yellow
moon above the
"A little while, a little while..."
by Emily Jane Brontë
A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
THE GREAT VALUABLE GIFT ON CHRISTMAS DAY
by AISWARYA T ANISH
“Wow! It’s Christmas, happiness coming
Now for the gift welcoming loving
by Anna Akhmatova
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
by Oliver Wendell Holmes
HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
If there has, take him out, without making a noise.
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,
by Joyce Kilmer
(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.)
Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air,