Poems about hoo (21 Poems)
Andaz Hubhu (Ahmad Nadeem Qasmi Poems)
Andaz Hoo Bahoo Teri Awaz Pa Ka ThaDekha Nekal Kay Ghar Say Tu Jhonka Hawa Ka Tha Is Husan Itafaaq Pay Lut Kar Bhi Shaad HoonTeri Raza Jo Thi Wo Taqaza Wafa Ka Tha Dil Raakh Ho Chuka Tu Chamak … Continue reading
Screw-Guns (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Smokin’ my pipe on the mountings, sniffin’ the mornin’ cool, I walks in my old brown gaiters along o’ my old brown mule, With seventy gunners be’ind me, an’ never a beggar forgets It’s only the pick of the Army … Continue reading
The Little Peach (Eugene Field Poem)
A little peach in the orchard grew,– A little peach of emerald hue; Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew, It grew. One day, passing that orchard through, That little peach dawned on the view Of Johnny Jones … Continue reading
The Chilterns (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Your hands, my dear, adorable, Your lips of tenderness – Oh, I’ve loved you faithfully and well, Three years, or a bit less. It wasn’t a success. Thank God, that’s done! and I’ll take the road, Quit of my youth … Continue reading
Author’s Prologue (Dylan Thomas Poems)
This day winding down now At God speeded summer’s end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On a breakneck of rocks Tangled with chirrup and fruit, Froth, flute, fin, and quill At a wood’s dancing hoof, By … Continue reading
The Whistle Of Sandy McGraw (Robert William Service Poems)
You may talk o’ your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a’, But here in the trenches jist gie me for mine The wee penny whistle o’ Sandy McGraw. Oh, it’s: “Sandy, ma … Continue reading
The Haggis Of Private McPhee (Robert William Service Poems)
“Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither’s postit tae me? It fair maks me hamesick,” says Private McPhee. “And whit did she send ye?” says Private McPhun, As he cockit his rifle and bleezed at a Hun. “A haggis! A … Continue reading
Impossible To Tell (Robert Pinsky Poems)
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends go out to view the moon; In summer, gasoline rainbow in the gutter, The secret courtesy that courses like ichor … Continue reading
The Wargeilah Handicap (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Wargeilah town is very small, There’s no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just one unpretentious pub; And there, from all the stations round, The local sportsmen can be found. The sportsmen of Wargeilah-side … Continue reading
The Congo: A Study of the Negro Race (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table, A deep rolling bass. Pounded on the table, Beat an empty barrel with the handle of … Continue reading