Top 500 Poems


 

# Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
251. Alexander Pope poet Ode On Solitude by Alexander Pope
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
6.86 18
252. Edwin Muir poet The Horses by Edwin Muir
Barely a twelvemonth after
The seven days war that put the world to sleep,
7.81 24
253. Carl Sandburg poet Chicago by Carl Sandburg
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
7.33 9
254. Thomas Gray poet Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray
The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
7.51 13
255. Marieta Maglas poet Your Words Of Love by Marieta Maglas Bronze Star - 2,578 Points
I have seemingly missed your words of love,
Those words that were written in the sand
9.65 229
256. Ernest Lawrence Thayer poet Casey At The Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
7.91 6
257. Hilaire Belloc poet Rebecca by Hilaire Belloc
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably
A trick that everyone abhors
5.82 18
258. Richard Wilbur poet Boy At The Window by Richard Wilbur
Seeing the snowman standing all alone
In dusk and cold is more than he can bear.
7.76 14
259. Edward Thomas poet Adlestrop by Edward Thomas
Yes, I remember Adlestrop --
The name, because one afternoon
7.04 12
260. Claude McKay poet America by Claude McKay
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
5.30 3
261. Edward Thomas poet Rain by Edward Thomas
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
7.09 18
262. 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
6.55 19
263. Hilaire Belloc poet The Early Morning by Hilaire Belloc
The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
6.45 21
264. T. S. Eliot poet The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
9.33 18
265. Rainer Maria Rilke poet Black Cat by Rainer Maria Rilke
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
6.46 10
266. Thomas Stearns Eliot poet Ash Wednesday by Thomas Stearns Eliot
I
Because I do not hope to turn again
9.45 21
267. Gerard Manley Hopkins poet Heaven-Haven by Gerard Manley Hopkins
I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
5.81 21
268. Charles Baudelaire poet Get Drunk by Charles Baudelaire
Always be drunk.
That's it!
6.88 6
269. Omar Khayyam poet The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam by Omar Khayyam
<i>Translated into English in 1859 by Edward FitzGerald</i>
I.
7.54 6
270. Henry Lawson poet Andy's Gone With Cattle by Henry Lawson

Our Andy's gone to battle now
6.17 22
271. Alfred Edward Housman poet To An Athlete Dying Young by Alfred Edward Housman
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
7.64 14
272. Lawrence Ferlinghetti poet The World Is A Beautiful Place by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
8.38 3
273. John Masefield poet Cargoes by John Masefield
QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
7.75 15
274. 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 7
275. Ted Hughes poet Hawk Roosting by Ted Hughes
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
7.83 7
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