Top 500 Poems


 

# Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
276. Katherine Mansfield poet A Little Boy's Dream by Katherine Mansfield
To and fro, to and fro
In my little boat I go
6.74 30
277. Federico García Lorca poet City That Does Not Sleep by Federico García Lorca
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
6.63 6
278. Alexander Pope poet Summer by Alexander Pope
See what delights in sylvan scenes appear!
Descending Gods have found Elysium here.
6.68 15
279. 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
280. 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.
6.02 17
281. Wallace Stevens poet Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens
1
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
8.71 13
282. Claude McKay poet America by Claude McKay
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
5.27 2
283. 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,
7.49 10
284. 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
285. Phillis Wheatley poet One Being Brought From Africa To America by Phillis Wheatley
'TWAS mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
6.38 23
286. Oliver Wendell Holmes poet A Familiar Letter by Oliver Wendell Holmes
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying;
Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?
6.28 18
287. William Stafford poet Ask Me by William Stafford
Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
7.33 5
288. 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
289. Jimmy Santiago Baca poet Who Understands Me But Me by Jimmy Santiago Baca
They turn the water off, so I live without water,
they build walls higher, so I live without treetops,
9.02 13
290. Henry Lawson poet After All by Henry Lawson

The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
6.73 14
291. Ted Hughes poet Wind by Ted Hughes
This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
7.72 10
292. 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
293. Anne Sexton poet After Auschwitz by Anne Sexton
Anger,
as black as a hook,
7.04 6
294. Rupert Brooke poet 1914 IV: The Dead by Rupert Brooke
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
6.64 10
295. Rainer Maria Rilke poet Again and Again by Rainer Maria Rilke
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
6.18 4
296. Sir Walter Raleigh poet Her Reply by Sir Walter Raleigh
IF all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
5.91 14
297. Jack Kerouac poet Haiku (Birds singing...) by Jack Kerouac
Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.
6.31 10
298. 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
299. James Arlington Wright poet A Blessing by James Arlington Wright
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
7.40 9
300. Countee Cullen poet A Brown Girl Dead by Countee Cullen
With two white roses on her breasts,
White candles at head and feet,
6.87 7
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