Top 500 Poems
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by Sharon Olds
Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt
he had put on her face. And her training bra
Casey At The Bat
by Ernest Lawrence Thayer
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
by George Herbert
When thou didst entice to thee my heart,
I thought the service brave:
Tear Drops And Closed Caskets The Good Die Young.
by Tamara Moir
I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said.
by Shel Silverstein
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
*** Your Beautiful Eyes *** In Top 500 Poems
by ANJALI SINHA
vividly those serene eyes,
A Poem For Myself
by Etheridge Knight
I was born in Mississippi;
I walked barefooted thru the mud.
A Song Of Eternity In Time
by Sidney Lanier
Once, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
by Anna Akhmatova
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
Being With You
by Heather Burns
Being with you for just
Come, Walk With Me
by Emily Jane Brontë
Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
The Green Eye Of The Little Yellow God
by John Milton Hayes
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
There's a little marble cross below the town;
What Were They Like?
by Denise Levertov
Did the people of Viet Nam
use lanterns of stone?
I Come From There
by Mahmoud Darwish
I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
Ash nazg thrakutulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
by Brandi Young
Death is forever
So don't flirt with suicide
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 Owl And The Pussy-Cat
by Edward Lear
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
by Carolyn Forché
What you have heard is true. I was in his house.
His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. His
by Ernest Christopher Dowson
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
by Muriel Stuart
Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
by Henry Vaughan
They are all gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit ling'ring here;
A Monk Sips Morning Tea
by Matsuo Basho
A monk sips morning tea,
The New Colossus
by Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Funny... But Not
by arianna loshnowsky
it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye
it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry