A Tree Telling of Orpheus (Denise Levertov Poem)
White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors of salt, of ...
Poems about thrilled (31 Poems)
The Ghost (Henry Lawson Poem)
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked ...
Delicatessen (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
The Miracles (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I sent a message to my dear -- A thousand leagues and more to Her -- The dumb sea-levels thrilled ...
Twice Shy (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Her scarf a la Bardot, In suede flats for the walk, She came with me one evening For air and ...
The Cave Of The Unborn (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I rose at night and visited The Cave of the Unborn, And crowding shapes surrounded me For tidings of the ...
Sons and Daughters (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Uncle Ray! Uncle Ray! Uncle Ray's here! Excited voices, Greeting my arrival home. Shouts of my Nieces and nephews, Bearing ...
To cinna (Eugene Field Poem)
Cinna, the great Venusian told In songs that will not die How in Augustan days of old Your love did ...
The Divine Lullaby (Eugene Field Poem)
I hear Thy voice, dear Lord; I hear it by the stormy sea When winter nights are black and wild, ...
The bow-leg boy (Eugene Field Poem)
Who should come up the road one day But the doctor-man in his two-wheel shay! And he whoaed his horse ...
Mary smith (Eugene Field Poem)
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
Hide and Seek (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
All the trees are sleeping, all the winds are still, All the flocks of fleecy clouds have wandered past the ...
If I Could But Forget (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
If I could but forget The fullness of those first sweet days, When you burst sun-like thro' the haze Of ...
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart -- That knows -- and does not know -- And tosses like a Fleet of ...
Desires that you can only tame to know (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
Sorrow (Li Ching Chao Poem)
To the melody of "Sheng Sheng Man" I pine and peak And questless seek Groping and moping to linger and ...
Love (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
THE MAGIC WAND (Bhaskar Roy Barman Poem)
Bhaskar Roy Barman Once in my childhood I watched mesmerized a magician magic everything away from before my eyes and ...
A Study In Feeling (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and ...
Stars (Emily Bronte Poem)
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
Sleeping Out: Full Moon (Rupert Brooke Poem)
They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, ...
A Letter to a Live Poet (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
Finding (Rupert Brooke Poem)
From the candles and dumb shadows, And the house where love had died, I stole to the vast moonlight And ...
The White Peacock (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Misconceptions (Robert Browning Poem)
This is a spray the Bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprung to, ...
My Heart and I (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were ...
Sonnet 36 – When we met first and loved, I did not build (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
When we met first and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. Could it mean To last, ...
How Much Earth (Philip Levine Poems)
Torn into light, you woke wriggling on a woman's palm. Halved, quartered, shredded to the wind, you were the life ...
Passing Out (Philip Levine Poems)
The doctor fingers my bruise. "Magnificent," he says, "black at the edges and purple cored." Seated, he spies for clues, ...