Top 500 Poems
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A Work Of Artifice
by Marge Piercy
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
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.
A White Rose
by John Boyle O'Reilly
THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
The Hope Of My Heart
by John McCrae
"Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine."
I left, to earth, a little maiden fair,
Down Behind The Dustbin
by Michael Rosen
Down behind the dustbin
I met a dog called Ted.
Haiku (The Taste...)
by Jack Kerouac
Inniskeen Road: July Evening
by Patrick Kavanagh
The bicycles go by in twos and threes -
There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night,
Being With You
by Heather Burns
Being with you for just
by Amy Lowell
I walk down the garden-paths,
And all the daffodils
by Shel Silverstein
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
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
by Sir Henry Newbolt
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
The Hound Of Heaven
by Francis Thompson
I fled Him down the nights and down the days
I fled Him down the arches of the years
Sun And Shadow
by Oliver Wendell Holmes
As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green,
To the billows of foam-crested blue,
by Arthur Rimbaud
No one's serious at seventeen.
by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
by Anna Akhmatova
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
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,
Some Like Poetry
by Wislawa Szymborska
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
by Sarojini Naidu
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all nig
A Ballad Of Dreamland
by Algernon Charles Swinburne
I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;
by Archibald MacLeish
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit
Just Beyond The Sunset
by David Harris
Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Be With Those Who Help Your Being
by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
In Paris With You
by James Fenton
Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.