Top 500 Poems


 

# Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
151. Marieta Maglas poet Latina Time by Marieta Maglas Gold Star - 5,665 Points
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
9.37 537
152. Alice Walker poet Expect Nothing by Alice Walker
Expect nothing. Live frugally
On surprise.
7.59 19
153. Rabindranath Tagore poet 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.
6.88 32
154. Khalil Gibran poet On Pain by Khalil Gibran
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.
8.11 13
155. Robert Hayden poet Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
8.06 21
156. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poet The Arrow And The Song by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
6.49 12
157. Robert William Service poet A Grain Of Sand by Robert William Service
If starry space no limit knows
And sun succeeds to sun,
6.57 29
158. Edwin Arlington Robinson poet A Happy Man by Edwin Arlington Robinson
When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
6.24 36
159. Alfred Lord Tennyson poet All Things Will Die by Alfred Lord Tennyson
All Things will Die
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
6.12 15
160. Sara Teasdale poet Advice To A Girl by Sara Teasdale
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
7.84 15
161. Christopher Marlowe poet 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.
7.04 20
162. Elizabeth Barrett Browning poet Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
XLIII
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
7.42 23
163. Rainer Maria Rilke poet A Walk by Rainer Maria Rilke
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
5.89 12
164. Robert Browning poet My Last Duchess by Robert Browning
FERRARA.
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
7.23 18
165. Sylvia Plath poet Cinderella by Sylvia Plath
The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
8.18 14
166. Thomas Hardy poet A Broken Appointment by Thomas Hardy
You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
6.33 17
167. Robert Burns poet A Fond Kiss by Robert Burns
A fond kiss, and then we sever;
A farewell, and then forever!
6.87 25
168. Patrick Kavanagh poet 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;
7.38 17
169. 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.
7.38 35
170. William Carlos Williams poet A Sort Of A Song by William Carlos Williams
Let the snake wait under
his weed
5.89 5
171. John Donne poet 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
6.72 17
172. Lewis Carroll poet A Strange Wild Song by Lewis Carroll
He thought he saw an Elephant
That practised on a fife:
6.65 30
173. Dorothy Parker poet A Dream Lies Dead by Dorothy Parker
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
7.46 13
174. Rabindranath Tagore poet 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.
6.83 23
175. John Masefield poet Sea Fever 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,
7.92 34
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