Top 500 Poems


 

# Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
151. Hilaire Belloc poet Tarantella by Hilaire Belloc
Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
6.72 22
152. 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.
5.79 9
153. Edwin Arlington Robinson poet A Happy Man by Edwin Arlington Robinson
When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
6.24 34
154. Robert Louis Stevenson poet The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
7.03 23
155. 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 12
156. 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
157. Elizabeth Bishop poet The Fish by Elizabeth Bishop
I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
7.03 8
158. Thomas Hardy poet A Broken Appointment by Thomas Hardy
You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
6.28 16
159. Judith Viorst poet If I Were In Charge Of The World by Judith Viorst
If I were in charge of the world
I'd cancel oatmeal,
8.17 8
160. John Donne poet A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls, to go,
6.29 13
161. Robert Browning poet My Last Duchess by Robert Browning
FERRARA.
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
7.19 14
162. 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,
7.91 34
163. Khalil Gibran poet On Pain by Khalil Gibran
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.
8.03 7
164. 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.
6.72 15
165. 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,
7.42 12
166. Ronberge (anno primo) poet Ah Love by Ronberge (anno primo) Rookie
What is it with Love
That makes me
7.22 48
167. Dorothy Parker poet "Star Light, Star Bright--" by Dorothy Parker
Star, that gives a gracious dole,
What am I to choose?
6.87 14
168. 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 27
169. Alice Walker poet Expect Nothing by Alice Walker
Expect nothing. Live frugally
On surprise.
7.53 16
170. Matthew Arnold poet Growing Old by Matthew Arnold
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
6.12 16
171. 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
7.76 11
172. 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 11
173. Gwendolyn Brooks poet To Be In Love by Gwendolyn Brooks
To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
7.94 6
174. 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.
6.18 17
175. Carl Sandburg poet Fog by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
7.66 6
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