Top 500 Poems
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by Matsuo Basho
by Carolyn Forché
What you have heard is true. I was in his house.
His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. His
Jenny Kissed Me
by James Henry Leigh Hunt
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
On Growing Old
by John Masefield
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying;
My dog and I are old, too old for roving.
He Is More Than A Hero
He is more than a hero
he is a god in my eyes--
Every Time I Kiss You
by Nizar Qabbani
Every time I kiss you
After a long separation
by Louise Gluck
I'll tell you something: every day
people are dying. And that's just the beginning.
by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
Ash nazg thrakutulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
Come, Walk With Me
by Emily Jane Brontë
Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
by Osoanon Nimuss
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
by Robinson Jeffers
The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder,
by Ernest Christopher Dowson
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
by Derek Walcott
Broad sun-stoned beaches.
by George Herbert
When thou didst entice to thee my heart,
I thought the service brave:
A New Poet
by Linda Pastan
Finding a new poet
is like finding a new wildflower
To Lucasta, Going To The Wars
by Richard Lovelace
Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Tear Drops And Closed Caskets The Good Die Young.
by Tamara Moir
I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said.
Since Hanna Moved Away
by Judith Viorst
The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
by Sharon Olds
Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt
he had put on her face. And her training bra
Did I Not Say To You
by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your friend; in this
mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life? ”
Poem In Praise Of Menstruation
by Lucille Clifton
if there is a river
more beautiful than this
Defence Of Fort Mchenry (Stars And Stripes Forever)
by Francis Scott Key
O! say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming,
by Galway Kinnell
I eat oatmeal for breakfast.
I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it.
A Poem For Myself
by Etheridge Knight
I was born in Mississippi;
I walked barefooted thru the mud.
I Come From There
by Mahmoud Darwish
I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother