Memorial Day For The War Dead (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
Poems about girl (51 Poems)
Thyrsis, a Monody (Matthew Arnold Poem)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
West London (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied; A babe was in ...
The Future (Matthew Arnold Poem)
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Weekend Glory (Maya Angelou Poem)
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
Men (Maya Angelou Poem)
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
87. The Twa Dogs (Robert Burns Poems)
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
472. To the beautiful Miss Eliza J–n, on her principles of Liberty and Eqality (Robert Burns Poems)
HOW, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee nam'd? Equality too! hussey, art not asham'd? Free and Equal indeed, while ...
45. My Girl she’s Airy: A Fragment (Robert Burns Poems)
MY girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay; Her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in May; A touch ...
Why Was Cupid a Boy (William Blake Poems)
Why was Cupid a boy, And why a boy was he? He should have been a girl, For aught that ...
Spring (William Blake Poems)
Sound the Flute! Now it's mute. Birds delight Day and Night Nightingale In the dale Lark in Sky Merrily Merrily ...
Pull A String, A Puppet Moves (Charles Bukowski Poems)
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, ...
The Most (Charles Bukowski Poems)
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in drag here comes nothing to do all day long ...
My Groupie (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard ...
Who In The Hell Is Tom Jones? (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks- about the time of ...
Raw With Love (Charles Bukowski Poems)
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and i won't ...
The Blackbirds Are Rough Today (Charles Bukowski Poems)
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug ...
We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain (Charles Bukowski Poems)
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
Marina (Charles Bukowski Poems)
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet- out the door picking a flower, ha! an old ...
Love Among the Ruins (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...