Any Soldier To His Son (Anonymous Poems)
What did I do, sonny, in the Great World War?Well, I learned to peel potatoes and to scrub the barrack ...
Poems about dud (18 Poems)
Any Soldier To His Son (George Willis Poems)
What did I do, sonny, in the Great World War?Well, I learned to peel potatoes and to scrub the barrack ...
Digger Smith (Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems)
'E calls me Digger; that's 'ow 'e begins.'E sez 'e's only 'arf a man; an' grins.Judged be 'is nerve, I'd ...
My Lady Of Whims (Katharine Lee Bates Poems)
(A medieval Spanish legend slanderously setting forth the utter unreason of woman.)ROMAQUIA sat and wept herLace mantilla full of tears.King ...
Yeh dhuwan sa (with English translation) (Meer Taqi Meer Poems)
dekh to dil k jan se uthta haiye dhuan sa kahan se uthta haigor kis dil-jale ki hai ye falakshola ...
Woman’s Easter (Lucy Larcom Poems)
WITH Mary, ere dawn, in the garden,I stand at the tomb of the Lord;I share in her sorrowing wonder;I hear ...
Analysis Of Baseball (May Swenson Poems)
It's aboutthe ball,the bat,and the mitt.Ball hitsbat, or ithits mitt.Bat doesn'thit ball, batmeets it.Ball bouncesoff bat, fliesair, or thudsground (dud)or ...
Alf’s Fourth Bit (Ezra Pound Poems)
Rudyard the dud yard,Rudyard the false measure,Told 'em that gloryAin't always a pleasure,But said it wuz glorious neverthelessTo lick the ...
The Yerl O’ Waterydeck (George MacDonald Poems)
The wind it blew, and the ship it flew,And it was "Hey for hame!"But up an' cried the skipper til ...
A Woman’s Way (C J Dennis Poems)
Women is strange. You take my tip; I'm wise. I know enough to know I'll never knowThe 'uman female ...
Digger Smith (C J Dennis Poems)
'E calls me Digger; that's 'ow 'e begins.'E sez 'e's only 'arf a man; an' grins. Judged be 'is nerve, ...
The Gambler (Billy Bennett Poems)
A gambler born was young BasilHis finances were all of a latherA wayward boy, but his mother's joyAnd likewise, the ...
The Boys Out There (C J Dennis Poems)
Why do they do it? I dunno, Sez Digger Smith. "Yeh got me beat.Some uv the yarns yeh 'ear is ...
I Sit By The Window (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you've got caviar? The triumph of ...
Mc’Clusky’s Nell (Robert William Service Poems)
In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free, An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree, An ...
Dumb Swede (Robert William Service Poems)
With barbwire hooch they filled him full, Till he was drunker than all hell, And then they peddled him the ...
Counter-Attack (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
We'd gained our first objective hours before While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, Pallid, unshaved and thirsty, ...
By Candlelight (Sylvia Plath Poems)
This is winter, this is night, small love -- A sort of black horsehair, A rough, dumb country stuff Steeled ...