Top 500 Poems


 

# Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
251. Adrian Henri poet Love Is... by Adrian Henri
Love is...
Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
6.71 19
252. Edward Thomas poet Adlestrop by Edward Thomas
Yes, I remember Adlestrop --
The name, because one afternoon
7.06 10
253. Charles Baudelaire poet Be Drunk by Charles Baudelaire
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
6.67 3
254. hasmukh amathalal poet Miss ', I Really Miss(246) /500 # by hasmukh amathalal Gold Star - 23,623 Points
I was stepping in to become young
I thought it is nice journey but too long
8.80 359
255. Hilaire Belloc poet The Frog by Hilaire Belloc
Be kind and tender to the Frog,
And do not call him names,
6.74 13
256. Benjamin Zephaniah poet Talking Turkeys! by Benjamin Zephaniah
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
7.32 6
257. Carl Sandburg poet Chicago by Carl Sandburg
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
7.33 7
258. Siegfried Sassoon poet Suicide in the Trenches by Siegfried Sassoon
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
8.67 3
259. Frank O'Hara poet Why I Am Not A Painter by Frank O'Hara
I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
7.20 11
260. Alfred Edward Housman poet Be Still, My Soul, Be Still by Alfred Edward Housman
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
6.03 17
261. Rupert Brooke poet 1914 I: Peace by Rupert Brooke
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
6.35 12
262. Charles Kingsley poet A Farewell by Charles Kingsley
I
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
5.88 20
263. Sara Teasdale poet Alone by Sara Teasdale
I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give—
6.73 9
264. Alfred Noyes poet Daddy Fell into the Pond. by Alfred Noyes
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
6.39 4
265. Phillis Wheatley poet On Being Brought from Africa to America by Phillis Wheatley
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
6.77 6
266. Phillis Wheatley poet An Hymn To The Morning by Phillis Wheatley
ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine,
Assist my labours, and my strains refine;
6.10 18
267. Gary Soto poet A Red Palm by Gary Soto
You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
7.23 8
268. Emily Jane Brontë poet I Am the Only Being Whose Doom by Emily Jane Brontë
I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
6.52 17
269. William Stafford poet Ask Me by William Stafford
Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
7.31 5
270. Patrick Kavanagh poet In Memory Of My Mother by Patrick Kavanagh
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
6.51 6
271. Dan Brown poet Lost by Dan Brown Rookie
Lost in a world, that scares me to death,
Lost in a crowd, I'm losing my breath.
8.78 24
272. Henry Lawson poet After All by Henry Lawson

The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
6.73 14
273. Tony Harrison poet Long Distance II by Tony Harrison
Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
6.82 5
274. Christopher Marlowe poet Hero and Leander by Christopher Marlowe
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is over-rul'd by fate.
6.74 11
275. Brian Patten poet And Nothing Is Ever As You Want It To Be by Brian Patten
You lose your love for her and then
It is her who is lost,
8.94 15
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