I have loved hours at sea (Sarah Teasdale Poems)
I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,The fragile secret of a flower,Music, the making of a poemThat gave me ...
Poetry Poems (1966 Poems)
Verlaine (Norman MacLeod Poems)
Write a poem, dunderhead, That we may have new dresses(Is it not disgraceful how The old man takes caresses?)Take them to the ...
On Stephen Duck, the Thresher, and Favourite Poet. A Quibbl (Jonathan Swift Poems)
The Thresher Duck, could o'er the Q {-}{-}{-}{-}{-}{-} prevail, The Proverb says; No Fence against a Flayl. From threshing Corn, he turns ...
Author to the Reader, The (Francis Beaumont Poems)
I sing the fortune of a luckless pair,Whose spotless souls now in one body be;For beauty still is Prodromus to ...
An Infinite Number Of Monkeys (Ronald Koertge Poems)
After all the Shakespeare, the bookof poems they type is the saddestin history.But before they can finish it,they have to ...
Song To Death (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)
That I may perish,death, make me sweet;I am a body without name,take it, when you must;the one who has gone ...
For my poems, written so early (Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva Poems)
For my poems, written so earlyThat I didn't even know I was a poet,Hurled like drops from a fountain,Like sparks ...
Fortune’s Treachery (Yehudah HaLevi Poems)
When Fortune's shield protects you, then beware --Tomorrow, for your foot she sets a snare.Her gift, an eaglet's pinion -- ...
“For my poems, written so early” (Marina Ivanova Tsvetaeva Poems)
For my poems, written so earlyThat I didn't even know I was a poet,Hurled like drops from a fountain,Like sparks ...
The Hoe Scrapes Earth (Ivor Gurney Poems)
The hoe scrapes earth as fine in grain as sand,I like the swirl of it and the swing in the ...
Creation (Irving Layton Poems)
I fashioned you:Composed you between darkness and dawn.You are my best-made poemThe one I labored longest over.What does one do ...
Poetry (Nichita Stanescu Poems)
Poetry is the weeping eyeit is the weeping shoulderthe weeping eye of the shoulderit is the weeping handthe weeping eye ...
Soft Rain Beats Upon My Windows (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Soft rain beats upon my windowsHardly hammeringBut by the great gusts guessed further offUp by the bare moor and brambly ...
Autumn Landscape (Ho Xuan Huong Poems)
Drop by drop rain slaps the banana leaves.Praise whoever sketched this desolate scene:the lush, dark canopies of the gnarled trees,the ...
Birthday Lines For K.B. (Joseph Furphy Poems)
Life is a Poem, short or long,A dismal Dirge, or jovial Song,A Psalm of faith, or Lay of Pride,One stanza ...
On Teaching The Young (Yvor Winters Poems)
The young are quick of speech.Grown middle-aged, I teachCorrosion and distrust,Exacting what I must.A poem is what standsWhen imperceptive hands,Feeling, ...
My Poems (Harry Hooton Poems)
My poemsAren't meantFor ordinarv peopleFor ordinary peopleDon't wantMy poems.Ordinary people areAlready perfect.My poems are purgativesFor extraordinary peopleStupefied by education peopleTo ...
On The Margins Of A Poem (Jiri Mordecai Langer Poems)
The poemthat I chose for youis simple,as are all my singing poems.It has the trace of a veil,a little balsam,and ...
To My Wife With a Copy of My Poems (Oscar Wilde Poems)
I can write no stately proemAs a prelude to my lay;From a poet to a poemI would dare to say.For ...
The last poem (Manuel Bandeira Poems)
So I wish my last poem.To be tender saying the most simple things and less intentionalTo be ardent as a ...
Nymphs And Shepherds (Thomas Shadwell Poems)
Nymphs and shepherds, come away.In this grove let's sport and play,For this is Flora's holiday,Sacred to ease and happy love,To ...
Lines Written In His Daughter’s Album (Gerard Addington D Arcy Irvine Poems)
To write a poem here, my child,I really have no leisure ;And though the Muse has on me smiled,She comes ...
Untitled #3 (Janina Degutyte Poems)
I bring to you this poem,this cottage where a white cloud lives,where you can come and warm yourselfor be alone.At ...
Coming Down (Henrikas Radauskas Poems)
I had my talk with the godsAnd came back down to earth.Now I walk the crooked streetsI'm back to writing ...
Treasure Troves (John Bannister Tabb Poems)
"What are you doing, Butterfly?"Inquired the Honey Bee."You seem as fond of flowers as I,And yet I do not seeWhat ...
Oh that I might capture (Hwang Chin-i Poems)
Oh that I might capture the essence of this deep midwinter nightAnd fold it softly into the waft of a ...
To a Poet (Ondra Lysohorsky Poems)
Poetry is termedGrowing, creative, resistence.If you grow only in height and breadth,Not in the deeps too,The first storm uproots youUpon ...
The Brazier (Huyen Quang Ly Dao Tai Poems)
The fire's gone out. I light incenseAnd answer the child's question about poetry,Grasping my waterpipe and wooden drumstick.The common folk ...
My Poetry (KotaroTakamura Poems)
My poetry is not part of western poetry;The two touch, circumference against circumference,But never quite coincide..I have a passion for ...
“Like a lamp or fountain” (Gunnar Bjorling-other Poems)
Like a lamp or fountain in the darkness wells the poem, the dark is stars and incense, a peep through curtains into it. ...