Poems about belong (51 Poems)
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven’d In full assembly fair, once more we view, And hail with voice expressive of the heart, Patrons and sons of this illustrious hall. This hall more … Continue reading
My God! O let me call Thee mine! (Anne Bronte Poem)
My God! O let me call Thee mine! Weak wretched sinner though I be, My trembling soul would fain be Thine, My feeble faith still clings to Thee, My feeble faith still clings to Thee. Not only for the past … Continue reading
A Prayer (Anne Bronte Poem)
My God (oh, let me call Thee mine, Weak, wretched sinner though I be), My trembling soul would fain be Thine; My feeble faith still clings to Thee. Not only for the Past I grieve, The Future fills me with … Continue reading
To A Cat (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Mirrors are not more silent nor the creeping dawn more secretive; in the moonlight, you are that panther we catch sight of from afar. By the inexplicable workings of a divine law, we look for you in vain; More remote, … Continue reading
I Made A Mistake (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them to her and asked “are these yours?” and she looked and said, “no, those belong to a dog.” she left … Continue reading
Songs For A Colored Singer (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it’s not mine. None of the things that I can see belong to me. The neighbors got a radio with an aerial; we got a little portable. They got a lot of … Continue reading
Thoreau’s Flute (Louisa May Alcott Poems)
We sighing said, “Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But Music’s airy voice is fled. Spring mourns as for untimely frost; The bluebird chants a requiem; The willow-blossom waits for … Continue reading
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as though to protect What it advertises. A few leaded panes, old beams, Fur, pleated muslin, a coral ring run together … Continue reading
Obermann Once More (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Glion?–Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not the same! And yet I know not! All unchanged The turf, the pines, the sky! The hills in their old … Continue reading
300. Scots Prologue for Mr. Sutherland (Robert Burns Poems)
WHAT needs this din about the town o’ Lon’on, How this new play an’ that new sang is comin? Why is outlandish stuff sae meikle courted? Does nonsense mend, like brandy, when imported? Is there nae poet, burning keen for … Continue reading