Judgment Day (John Freeman Poems)
When through our bodies our two spirits burnEscaping, and no more our true eyes turnOutwards, and no more hands to ...
Poems about irked (16 Poems)
The Shipwreck (Harry Kemp Poems)
Men stood like dolls about the seething deck;White as the foam their faces shone, whose fleckTongued far up the long ...
Extraordinary Rendition (Paul Muldoon Poems)
I.I gave you back my claim on the mining townand the rich vein we once worked,the tumble downfrom a sluice ...
Koheleth (Louis Untermeyer Poems)
I waited and worked To win myself leisure,Till loneliness irked And I turned to raw pleasure.I drank and I gamed, I feasted and ...
An Anthem Of Earth (Francis Thompson Poems)
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
XXXI: Because I Liked You Better (A E Housman Poems)
Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say,It irked you, and I promised To throw the thought ...
Because I Like You Better (A E Housman Poems)
Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say, It irked you, and I promised To throw the ...
Telephoning In Mexican Sunlight (Galway Kinnell Poem)
Talking with my beloved in New York I stood at the outdoor public telephone in Mexican sunlight, in my purple ...
The Song of Seven Cities (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far. Ivory their outposts were--the ...
She, to Him, I (Thomas Hardy Poem)
When you shall see me lined by tool of Time, My lauded beauties carried off from me, My eyes no ...
She, To Him (Thomas Hardy Poem)
WHEN you shall see me lined by tool of Time, My lauded beauties carried off from me, My eyes no ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Reminiscence (Sukasah Syahdan Poems)
I am reminiscing you; and the little boy who often stole some change from the left pocket of your pants ...
The Alcázar (Robert William Service Poems)
The General now lives in town; He's eighty odd, they say; You'll see him strolling up and down The Prada ...
A Wanderer (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
When Watkin shifts the burden of his cares And all that irked him in his bound employ, Once more become ...
The White Cliffs (Alice Duer Miller Poems)
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...