Fisherman (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I really did feel bad afterward; but at that instant, I was confused sorry, not knowing what to say He ...
Poems about aching (41 Poems)
Feronde (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
Joconde (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Reluctance (Robert Frost Poem)
Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of ...
Ghost House (Robert Frost Poem)
I DWELL in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the ...
Nepenthe (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Yes, it was like you to forget, And cancel in the welcome of your smile My deep arrears of debt, ...
I measure every Grief I meet (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes -- I wonder if It weighs like Mine -- Or ...
If I can stop one Heart from breaking (Emily Dickinson Poem)
If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one Life ...
To Henrietta Lyn (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We're going to miss you little girl, you leave an aching space way out of all proportion to your size. ...
Talk to me of love (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
It is an abhorrent thing (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It is an abhorrent thing, this incarceration of your vulnerability, profoundly cruel in the way you were beaten to your ...
ARCADIAN WINTER (Willa Cather Poem)
WOE is me to tell it thee, Winter winds in Arcady! Scattered is thy flock and fled From the glades ...
Low Tide on Grand Pré (Bliss Carman Poem)
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
Lepanto (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Circulation (Raymond Carver Poem)
And all at length are gathered in. --LOUISE BOGAN By the time I came around to feeling pain and woke ...
Walking With God (William Cowper Poem)
(Genesis, v.24) Oh! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the ...
Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Ave Adonai (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
Ave Adonai (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
Hexameters (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
To A Young Ass (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
To Certain Critics (Countee Cullen Poem)
Then call me traitor if you must, Shout reason and default! Say I betray a sacred trust Aching beyond this ...
Summer (John Clare Poem)
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the ...
The Winter’s Spring (John Clare Poems)
The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own ...
The Irish Unionist’s farewell to Greta Hellastrom in 1922 (John Betjeman Poems)
Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow ...
Self-Congratulation (Anne Bronte Poem)
Ellen, you were thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire, Careless of form and face; ...
If This Be All (Anne Bronte Poem)
O God! if this indeed be all That Life can show to me; If on my aching brow may fall ...
A Fragment (Anne Bronte Poem)
'Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire Careless of form and face. ...
Dora (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
SHE knelt upon her brother's grave, My little girl of six years old-- He used to be so good and ...
Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...