Treasure Island

Top 500 Poems


 

# Title Poet
476. Ash Wednesday
I
Because I do not hope to turn again
Thomas Stearns Eliot poet by Thomas Stearns Eliot
on 1/1/2000
477. School Is Not So Cool
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool
Chantel Braatz poet by Chantel Braatz
on 1/1/2000
478. Novel
I.
No one's serious at seventeen.
Arthur Rimbaud poet by Arthur Rimbaud
on 1/1/2000
479. Winter Night
It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
Boris Pasternak poet by Boris Pasternak
on 1/1/2000
480. Lochinvar
O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
Sir Walter Scott poet by Sir Walter Scott
on 1/1/2000
481. Friends Departed
They are all gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit ling'ring here;
Henry Vaughan poet by Henry Vaughan
on 1/1/2000
482. “The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still”
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still
And I remember things I'd best forget.
Siegfried Sassoon poet by Siegfried Sassoon
on 1/1/2000
483. High Flight (an Airman's Ecstasy)
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.
John Gillespie Magee poet by John Gillespie Magee
on 1/1/2000
484. The Old Flame
My old flame, my wife!
Remember our lists of birds?
Robert Lowell poet by Robert Lowell
on 1/1/2000
485. TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
Robert Herrick poet by Robert Herrick
on 1/1/2000
486. ! A grief ago
'There is no grief
which time does not lessen
Michael Shepherd poet by Michael Shepherd
on 1/1/2000
487. Z'ma Mor (My Mother)
It was a rainy day
driving back home
Ata Khan poet by Ata Khan
on 1/1/2000
488. Autumn moonlight
Autumn moonlight--
a worm digs silently
Matsuo Basho poet by Matsuo Basho
on 1/1/2000
489. There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
George Gordon Byron poet by George Gordon Byron
on 1/1/2000
490. Making A Fist
We forget that we are all dead men conversing wtih dead men.
—Jorge Luis Borges
Naomi Shihab Nye poet by Naomi Shihab Nye
on 1/1/2000
491. Summons
Keep me from going to sleep too soon
Or if I go to sleep too soon
Robert Francis poet by Robert Francis
on 1/1/2000
492. The Victims
When Mother divorced you, we were glad. She took it and
took it in silence, all those years and then
Sharon Olds poet by Sharon Olds
on 1/1/2000
493. Body and Soul
Half-numb, guzzling bourbon and Coke from coffee mugs,
our fathers fall in love with their own stories, nuzzling
B H Fairchild poet by B H Fairchild
on 1/1/2000
494. Farewell
Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Anne Brontë poet by Anne Brontë
on 1/1/2000
495. The Seed-Shop
Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Muriel Stuart poet by Muriel Stuart
on 1/1/2000
496. Sun and Shadow
As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green,
To the billows of foam-crested blue,
Oliver Wendell Holmes poet by Oliver Wendell Holmes
on 1/1/2000
497. Rain
Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
Jack Gilbert poet by Jack Gilbert
on 1/1/2000
498. Patterns
I walk down the garden-paths,
And all the daffodils
Amy Lowell poet by Amy Lowell
on 1/1/2000
499. Conversation
We smile at each other
and I lean back against the wicker couch.
Ai Ogawa poet by Ai Ogawa
on 1/1/2000
500. History of the Night
Through the course of generations
men brought the night into being.
Jorge Luis Borges poet by Jorge Luis Borges
on 1/1/2000
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