Drinking Song (James Kenneth Stephen Poems)
There are people, I know, to be found, Who say, and apparently think,That sorrow and care may be drowned By a timely ...
Poetry Poems (1966 Poems)
The Frightened Ploughman (John Clare Poems)
I went in the fields with the leisure I got,The stranger might smile but I heeded him not,The hovel was ...
The Name On The Tree (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I saw a name carved on a tree -"Julia";A simpler name there could not be-Julia:But seeing it I seemed to ...
Untitled #15 (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
cottages, circled by lindensmaples and willows (they no longerplant so many trees near houses now, wildunprofitable), a stream downhill, a ...
“me miq’vars, roca q’anasi gaxval” (Lado Asatiani Poems)
I love it when you go out to the fieldsAnd the corn sends its lances against you.I love it when ...
Flowers (James Russell Lowell Poems)
O poet! above all men blest,Take heed that thus thou store them;Love, Hope, and Faith shall ever rest,Sweet birds (upon ...
Poetica (English) (Manuel Bandeira Poems)
I am tired of limited poetryOf well behaved verseOf public servant poetry with time clock card, protocols and expressions of ...
With A Bunch Of Spring Flowers (Kate Seymour Maclean Poems)
In the spring-time, out of the dew, From my garden, sweet friend, I gather, A garland of verses, or ratherA poem of ...
Who Says Words With My Mouth? (Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Poems)
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.Where did I come from, and what am I ...
Humanities Lecture (William Stafford Poems)
Aristotle was a little man witheyes like a lizard, and he found a streakdown the midst of things, a smooth ...
A Damascene Moon (Nizar Qabbani Poems)
Green Tunisia, I have come to you as a loverOn my brow, a rose and a bookFor I am the ...
I Must Have Wanton Poets (Christopher Marlowe Poems)
MUST have wanton poets, pleasant wits,Musicians, that with touching of a stringMay draw the pliant king which way I please:Music ...
To Be A Poet (Jaroslav Vrchlicky Poems)
Life taught me long agothat music and poetryare the most beautiful things on earththat life can give us.Except for love, ...
Poem’s Beginning (Rachel Korn Poems)
It's a dread and endless fright,A threshold of pain and grief,A something standing at the door,Wrapped in the gray, thick ...
The Poet’s Corner (Laura Riding Jackson Poems)
Here where the end of bone is no end of songAnd the earth is bedecked with immortalityIn what was poetryAnd ...
Books (Zora Bernice May Cross Poems)
Oh! Bury me in books when I am dead,Fair quarto leaves of ivory and gold,And silk octavos, bound in brown ...
Tomorrow (Lope de Vega Poems)
Lord, what am I, that with unceasing careThou did'st seek after me, that Thou did'st waitWet with unhealthy dews before ...
The Black Angel (Henri Coulette Poems)
Where are the people as beautiful as poems,As calm as mirrors,With their oceanic longings —The idler whom reflection loved,The woman ...
Be Drunk (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's theonly way. So as not to feel the ...
To my Sister Anne King, who chid me in verse for being angry (Henry King Poems)
Dear Nan, I would not have thy counsel lost,Though I last night had twice so much been crost;Well is a ...
The Bluet (James Schuyler Poems)
And is it staminathat unseasonably freaksforth a bluet, aQuaker lady, bythe lake? So small,a drop of sky thatsplashed and held,four-petaled, ...
A Codex (William Stanley Merwin Poems)
It was a late book given up for lostagain and again with its sentencesbare at last and phrases that seemed ...
Verses Written On Sand (Melech Ravitch Poems)
In the garden. Summer's end. Evening. On a bench.The second highest tower burns in the west.The night wind has risen ...
To a Young Poet (R S Thomas Poems)
For the first twenty years you are still growingBodily that is: as a poet, of course,You are not born yet. ...
Foreward (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
_And one, perchance, will read and sigh: "What aimless songs! Why will he sing Of nature that drags out her woe Through wind ...
“This year again there is spring” (Halina Poswiatowska Poems)
This year again there is spring, spring incredibly familiar, so why does poetry suffocate on its own breath. The tree ...
Poetry For Supper (Ronald Stuart Thomas Poems)
'Listen, now, verse should be as naturalAs the small tuber that feeds on muckAnd grows slowly from obtuse soilTo the ...
Apology (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
BE more concrete, immediate to man!So did he counsel me, the sage; and I,Taking for naught the gentle guidancesOf nature, ...
Gift Silver Poem (Odysseas Elytis Poems)
I know that all this is worthless and that the languageI speak doesn't have an alphabetSince the sun and the ...
Embryo (Mary Ashley Townsend Poems)
I FEEL a poem in my heart to-night, A still thing growing,-As if the darkness to the outer light A song were ...