Top 500 Poems
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What Were They Like?
by Denise Levertov
Did the people of Viet Nam
use lanterns of stone?
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,
The Old Flame
by Robert Lowell
My old flame, my wife!
Remember our lists of birds?
School Is Not So Cool
by Chantel Braatz
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool
by Lascelles Abercrombie
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye,
Around about the wondrous days of yore,
by Joseph Brodsky
I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
by Dr Hitesh Sheth
When the hopes are hassled
And relationships are rattled
by Robert Hayden
The old woman across the way
is whipping the boy again
What Is Hope.................
by Vineet Bansal
What hope means
Hope is bright shining light which keeps darkness at the bay
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
Monet Refuses The Operation
by Lisel Mueller
Doctor, you say there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
Haiku (The Low Yellow...)
by Jack Kerouac
The low yellow
moon above the
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!
by Daniel Chapman
What is love, Love can't see you but you can't see it
Love is a sneaky thing I guess sort of slick
Sex Without Love
by Mrs. Cynosure
A pleasure we do out of love for the other person
We our sharing the sexual experiment with
by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The mother will not turn, who thinks she hears
Her nursling's speech first grow articulate;
Aunt Jennifer's Tigers
by Adrienne Rich
Aunt Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen,
Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.
*** Your Beautiful Eyes *** In Top 500 Poems
by ANJALI SINHA
vividly those serene eyes,
When You Wake Tomorrow
by Brian Patten
I will give you a poem when you wake tomorrow.
It will be a peaceful poem.
by Seamus Heaney
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
A Song Of Eternity In Time
by Sidney Lanier
Once, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
The New Colossus
by Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
by Muriel Stuart
Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Before The Dawn
by Federico García Lorca
But like love