Top 500 Poems
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by Marieta Maglas
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
by Alice Walker
Expect nothing. Live frugally
Clouds And Waves
by Rabindranath Tagore
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
by Khalil Gibran
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
The Arrow And The Song
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
A Grain Of Sand
by Robert William Service
If starry space no limit knows
And sun succeeds to sun,
A Happy Man
by Edwin Arlington Robinson
When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
All Things Will Die
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
All Things will Die
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
Advice To A Girl
by Sara Teasdale
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At First Sight?
by Christopher Marlowe
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
by Rainer Maria Rilke
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
My Last Duchess
by Robert Browning
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
by Sylvia Plath
The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
A Broken Appointment
by Thomas Hardy
You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
A Fond Kiss
by Robert Burns
A fond kiss, and then we sever;
A farewell, and then forever!
On Raglan Road
by Patrick Kavanagh
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
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.
A Sort Of A Song
by William Carlos Williams
Let the snake wait under
For Whom The Bell Tolls
by John Donne
PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he
knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so
A Strange Wild Song
by Lewis Carroll
He thought he saw an Elephant
That practised on a fife:
A Dream Lies Dead
by Dorothy Parker
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
A Moments Indulgence
by Rabindranath Tagore
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,