Top 500 Poems
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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;
The Face That Launch'D A Thousand Ships
by Christopher Marlowe
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
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
by Robinson Jeffers
I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
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.
A Work Of Artifice
by Marge Piercy
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
by Sir Walter Scott
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
Some Like Poetry
by Wislawa Szymborska
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
Just Beyond The Sunset
by David Harris
Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
by Shel Silverstein
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
by Siegfried Sassoon
Have you forgotten yet?...
For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
by Amy Lowell
I walk down the garden-paths,
And all the daffodils
by Edmund Spenser
Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
A Poem For Myself
by Etheridge Knight
I was born in Mississippi;
I walked barefooted thru the mud.
I Am Waiting
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
In The Summer
by Nizar Qabbani
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
What Were They Like?
by Denise Levertov
Did the people of Viet Nam
use lanterns of stone?
Self-Portrait At 28
by David Berman
I know it's a bad title
but I'm giving it to myself as a gift
Name Of Horses
by Donald Hall
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding
and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul
by Vikram Seth
Since for me now you have no warmth to spare
I sense I must adopt a sane and spare
by Sir Henry Newbolt
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
Sex Without Love
by Mrs. Cynosure
A pleasure we do out of love for the other person
We our sharing the sexual experiment with
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,
by Robert Southey
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The Ship was still as she could be;