Top 500 Poems


 

# Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
151. Louis Macneice poet Prayer Before Birth by Louis Macneice
I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
7.91 13
152. Naseer Ahmed Nasir poet * Dreams Lost In Water by Naseer Ahmed Nasir Rookie - 6 Points
No distance ever separates
Dreams and desires
8.68 333
153. Robert William Service poet A Hero by Robert William Service
Three times I had the lust to kill,
To clutch a throat so young and fair,
6.02 34
154. Elizabeth Bishop poet The Fish by Elizabeth Bishop
I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
7.03 7
155. Khalil Gibran poet A Tear And A Smile by Khalil Gibran
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
6.15 17
156. Robert Louis Stevenson poet Love, What Is Love by Robert Louis Stevenson
LOVE - what is love? A great and aching heart;
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
7.36 27
157. Li Po poet Alone Looking at the Mountain by Li Po
All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
6.63 34
158. Carl Sandburg poet Fog by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
7.66 6
159. Khalil Gibran poet On Pain by Khalil Gibran
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.
7.99 6
160. Gwendolyn Brooks poet To Be In Love by Gwendolyn Brooks
To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
7.94 6
161. Thomas Hardy poet A Broken Appointment by Thomas Hardy
You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
6.26 15
162. Robert Browning poet My Last Duchess by Robert Browning
FERRARA.
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
7.24 12
163. George Gordon Byron poet She Walks In Beauty by George Gordon Byron
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
7.51 13
164. Edna St. Vincent Millay poet What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet .. by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
7.84 10
165. Thomas Hardy poet "How Great My Grief" (Triolet) by Thomas Hardy
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
6.24 16
166. Allen Ginsberg poet A Supermarket in California by Allen Ginsberg
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the
streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full m
7.31 7
167. Margaret Atwood poet A Sad Child by Margaret Atwood
You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
7.50 15
168. Octavio Paz poet No More Clichés by Octavio Paz
Beautiful face
That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
7.90 24
169. Alfred Lord Tennyson poet All Things will Die by Alfred Lord Tennyson
All Things will Die
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
6.05 10
170. William Stafford poet A Ritual To Read To Each Other by William Stafford
If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
7.77 10
171. John Ronald Reuel Tolkien poet I Sit and Think by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
8.45 9
172. Robert Browning poet A Woman's Last Word by Robert Browning
I.
Let's contend no more, Love,
5.97 19
173. Hilaire Belloc poet The Early Morning by Hilaire Belloc
The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
6.45 21
174. Rudyard Kipling poet A Child's Garden by Rudyard Kipling
R. L. Stevenson
Now there is nothing wrong with me
6.05 17
175. Andrew Marvell poet To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell
Had we but World enough, and Time,
This coyness Lady were no crime.
8.34 10
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