Top 500 Poems
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All Dreams Not Come True ###309(In 500)
by Hasmukh Amathalal
All dreams may not come true
All credits due may not accrue
Little Orphant Annie
by James Whitcomb Riley
To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
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.
by Dr Hitesh Sheth
When the hopes are hassled
And relationships are rattled
Sex Without Love
by Mrs. Cynosure
A pleasure we do out of love for the other person
We our sharing the sexual experiment with
As One Listens To The Rain
by Octavio Paz
Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
by Thomas Stearns Eliot
Because I do not hope to turn again
My Dream: A Vision Of Peace
by ToddMichael St. Pierre
Where the mountains touch the sky,
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly,
by Charles Kingsley
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner
by Randall Jarrell
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
by emo girl
in my dark creepy room..........
The Old Flame
by Robert Lowell
My old flame, my wife!
Remember our lists of birds?
>≫≫I Want To Die
by Abdul Wahab
Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
No more i like to add them, so, I want to die
Name Of Horses
by Donald Hall
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding
and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul
by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
Five Ways To Kill A Man
by Edwin Brock
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man.
You can make him carry a plank of wood
In The Orchard
by Muriel Stuart
'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.'
'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon
Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms
by Thomas Moore
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
by Charles Baudelaire
O fleece, that down the neck waves to the nape!
O curls! O perfume nonchalant and rare!
by Seamus Heaney
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
by Donald Hall
To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
Because I Cannot Sleep
by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
A Work Of Artifice
by Marge Piercy
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
Come, Walk With Me
by Emily Jane Brontë
Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
To My Dear And Loving Husband
by Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.