Top 500 Poems
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An Almost Made Up Poem
by Charles Bukowski
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
We Real Cool
by Gwendolyn Brooks
The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.
by Roald Dahl
In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
Death Be Not Proud
by John Donne
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
And Death Shall Have No Dominion
by Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead man naked they shall be one
A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
First Day at School
by Roger McGough
A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
I Loved You
by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
I loved you, and I probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may remain...
We Wear the Mask
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
~I Choose the Mountain~
by howard simon
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
by John Clare
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
A Hint At What Is Beautiful?
by yoonoos peerbocus
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Auguries of Innocence
by William Blake
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Anthem For Doomed Youth
by Wilfred Owen
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
A Silly Poem
by Spike Milligan
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
by Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
by William Wordsworth
I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
Hot and Cold
by Roald Dahl
A woman who my mother knows
Came in and took off all her clothes.
A child said, What is the grass?
by Walt Whitman
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
When I Have Fears
by John Keats
When I have fears that I may cease to be
When You Are Old
by William Butler Yeats
WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
by Matthew Arnold
The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.