Top 500 Poems
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There Was An Old Man In A Tree
by Edward Lear
There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a bee.
by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
What Were They Like?
by Denise Levertov
Did the people of Viet Nam
use lanterns of stone?
by Joseph Brodsky
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
Little Boy Blue
by Eugene Field
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
by Donald Hall
To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
The House With Nobody In It
by Joyce Kilmer
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
by May Swenson
Body my house
my horse my hound
In The Summer
by Nizar Qabbani
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
A Man Said To The Universe:
by Stephen Crane
A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
by Henry Van Dyke
Too Slow for those who Wait,
by Boris Pasternak
It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
by Sharon Olds
When the Dean said we could not cross campus
until the students gave up the buildings,
Call It A Good Marriage
by Robert Graves
Call it a good marriage -
For no one ever questioned
Wild Geese By Mary Oliver
by Alison Cassidy
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
When You Wake Tomorrow
by Brian Patten
I will give you a poem when you wake tomorrow.
It will be a peaceful poem.
by Amy Lowell
I walk down the garden-paths,
And all the daffodils
I Am Accused Of Tending To The Past
by Lucille Clifton
i am accused of tending to the past
as if i made it,
by Joseph Addison
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
Round And Round
by Vikram Seth
After a long and wretched flight
That stretched from daylight into night,
The Great Valuable Gift On Christmas Day
by AISWARYA T ANISH
“Wow! It’s Christmas, happiness coming
Now for the gift welcoming loving
To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time
by Robert Herrick
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
Self-Portrait At 28
by David Berman
I know it's a bad title
but I'm giving it to myself as a gift
A Song Of Eternity In Time
by Sidney Lanier
Once, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
by Edmund Spenser
Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits