Poems about aim (50 Poems)
The Battle Of Agincourt (Michael Drayton Poem)
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry. And … Continue reading
Under Siege (Mahmoud Darwish Poem)
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken shadows, We do what prisoners do, And what the jobless do: We cultivate hope. *** A country preparing for dawn. … Continue reading
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the prize alone; A monster, more the favourite of the town Than either fairs or theatres have shown. Never did art … Continue reading
Hudson’s Last Voyage (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God knows! For never ship But mine broke through the icy gates that guard These waters, greater grown than any since … Continue reading
God made no act without a cause, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
God made no act without a cause, Nor heart without an aim, Our inference is premature, Our premises to blame. (Emily Dickinson)
I fit for them — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I fit for them – I seek the Dark Till I am thorough fit. The labor is a sober one With this sufficient sweet That abstinence of mine produce A purer food for them, if I succeed, If not I … Continue reading
If democratically elected (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
What is it with Hezbollah representing barely 15% of the Lebanese Parliament living outside the government immersed in an undeclared war, sympathetic to Hamas and Al Fatah for the return of Palestinian refugees, whose obscure and murky origins are odious … Continue reading
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall feel quite at home. I love to roam. Day after day I loiter and explore From door to door; So … Continue reading
Death Fugue (Paul Celan Poem)
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night we drink it and drink it we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined A … Continue reading
Not Works (William Cowper Poem)
Grace, triumphant in the throne, Scorns a rival, reigns alone; Come and bow beneath her sway; Cast your idol works away! Works of man, when made his plea, Never shall accepted be; Fruits of pride (vainglorious worm!) Are the best … Continue reading