Top 500 Poems
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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? ”
by Sharon Olds
Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt
he had put on her face. And her training bra
Alone, Looking for Blossoms Along the River
by Tu Fu
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable,
And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy.
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;
A Boy Named Sue
by Shel Silverstein
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
~ Why Hack My She ~
by MS. NIVEDITA BAGCHI SPC. UK.
Why hack my mind?
I can be bare and nude.
I Come From There
by Mahmoud Darwish
I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
by Carolyn Forché
What you have heard is true. I was in his house.
His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. His
Aunt Jennifer's Tigers
by Adrienne Rich
Aunt Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen,
Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.
The New Colossus
by Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
by Robert Southey
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The Ship was still as she could be;
by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair,
And gaze upon her smile;
by Vernon Scannell
My son aged three fell in the nettle bed.
'Bed' seemed a curious name for those green spears,
When you wake tomorrow
by Brian Patten
I will give you a poem when you wake tomorrow.
It will be a peaceful poem.
by Matsuo Basho
by Osoanon Nimuss
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
Sorry, I’m So Sorry
by kalista mccart
Sorry for making you mad
Sorry for everything I said
Monet Refuses The Operation
by Lisel Mueller
Doctor, you say there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
Ash nazg thrakutulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
by George Herbert
When thou didst entice to thee my heart,
I thought the service brave:
To the Virgins, Make Much of Time
by Robert Herrick
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
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 Robinson Jeffers
I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
by Seamus Heaney
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
Jiske Dhun Par Duniya Nache
by Kumar Vishwas