Top 500 Poems
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A White Rose
by John Boyle O'Reilly
THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing
by Margaret Atwood
The world is full of women
who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
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,
My Dream: A Vision of Peace
by ToddMichael St. Pierre
Where the mountains touch the sky,
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly,
City That Does Not Sleep
by Federico García Lorca
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
Abode of the Beloved
Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched,
Where My Complete Beloved Is.
1914 IV: The Dead
by Rupert Brooke
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
by Alexander Pope
See what delights in sylvan scenes appear!
Descending Gods have found Elysium here.
by Ted Hughes
This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
by William Stafford
Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
by Allen Ginsberg
Elan that lifts me above the clouds
into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
45 Mercy Street
by Anne Sexton
In my dream,
drilling into the marrow
I Have Dreamed of You so Much
by Robert Desnos
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make
by Nikki Giovanni
I always like summer
Lonely am I
by jim foulk
Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
Daddy Fell into the Pond.
by Alfred Noyes
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
by Donald Hall
To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
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,
by Phillis Wheatley
THY various works, imperial queen, we see,
How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp
As the Ruin Falls
by Clive Staples Lewis
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
It is not Love it is Madness
by Mirza Ghalib
(You say) It is not love, it is madness
My madness may be the cause of your fame
See it Through
by Edgar Albert Guest
When you're up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
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.
by Sarojini Naidu
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;