How pleasant to know Mr. Lear (Edward Lear Poem)
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear, Who has written such volumes of stuff. Some think him ill-tempered and queer, But ...
Poems about crazy (31 Poems)
Hard Rock Returns To Prison From The Hospital For The Criminal Insane (Etheridge Knight Poem)
Hard Rock/ was/ "known not to take no shit From nobody," and he had the scars to prove it: Split ...
Shillin’ a Day (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
My name is O'Kelly, I've heard the Revelly From Birr to Bareilly, from Leeds to Lahore, Hong-Kong and Peshawur, Lucknow ...
Lichtenberg (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Smells are surer than sounds or sights To make your heart-strings crack-- They start those awful voices o' nights That ...
Giffen’s Debt (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
Imprimis he was "broke." Thereafter left His Regiment and, later, took to drink; Then, having lost the balance of his ...
The Benefactors (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Ah! What avails the classic bent And what the cultured word, Against the undoctored incident That actually occurred? And what ...
The sun has burst the sky (Jenny Joseph Poem)
The sun has burst the sky Because I love you And the river its banks. The sea laps the great ...
Letters From A Man In Solitary (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
Middle Passage (Robert Hayden Poem)
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
handyman (Rg Gregory Poem)
the two hands of me make inimical gestures that only long after betray the one tune though they have the ...
Noe more unto my thoughts appeare (Sidney Godolphin Poem)
NOE more unto my thoughts appeare, Att least appeare lesse fayre, For crazy tempers justly feare The goodnesse of the ...
Sunflower Sutra (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Advice To An Old Man of Sixty Three About To Marry a Girle of Sixteen (Thomas Flatman Poem)
Now fie upon him! what is Man, Whose life at best is but a span? When to an inch it ...
The Bride of Frankenstein (Edward Field Poem)
The Baron has decided to mate the monster, to breed him perhaps, in the interests of pure science, his only ...
The light was always you (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
La Gitana (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
La Gitana (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
Tower Of Song (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play ...
Suzanne (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
On the Field of Kulicovo (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
An Alphabet of Famous Goops (Gelett Burgess Poem)
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
The Innovator (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(A Pharaoh Speaks.) I said, "Why should a pyramid Stand always dully on its base? I'll change it! Let the ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Young In New Orleans (Charles Bukowski Poem)
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
133. The Brigs of Ayr (Robert Burns Poems)
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . (Charles Bukowski Poems)
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
O, We Are The Outcasts (Charles Bukowski Poems)
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
Nirvana (Charles Bukowski Poems)
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on ...