Top 500 Poems
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by Countee Cullen
Dead men are wisest, for they know
How far the roots of flowers go,
by Siegfried Sassoon
AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun,
Some Like Poetry
by Wislawa Szymborska
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
Haiku (The Taste...)
by Jack Kerouac
by Robert Hayden
The old woman across the way
is whipping the boy again
by Anna Akhmatova
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
by Sharon Olds
Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt
he had put on her face. And her training bra
In The Park
by Gwen Harwood
She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date.
Two children whine and bicker, tug her skirt.
by George Herbert
When thou didst entice to thee my heart,
I thought the service brave:
by Charles Simic
The truth is dark under your eyelids.
What are you going to do about it?
by Brian Patten
When I think of her sparkling face
And of her body that rocked this way and that,
Making A Fist
by Naomi Shihab Nye
We forget that we are all dead men conversing wtih dead men.
—Jorge Luis Borges
by John McCrae
I saw a city filled with lust and shame,
Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light;
by Sylvia Chidi
Honesty is beautiful
Kindness is beautiful
For My Daughter
by David Ignatow
When I die choose a star
and name it after me
Freedom Of Love
by Andre Breton
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti)
My wife with the hair of a wood fire
Wild Geese By Mary Oliver
by Alison Cassidy
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
Poem In Praise Of Menstruation
by Lucille Clifton
if there is a river
more beautiful than this
" To His Fairest Valentine Mrs. A. L.
by Richard Lovelace
"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
The House With Nobody In It
by Joyce Kilmer
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I Am Accused Of Tending To The Past
by Lucille Clifton
i am accused of tending to the past
as if i made it,
A Snowy Morning
by Matsuo Basho
A snowy morning--
by Nizar Qabbani
When a man is in love
how can he use old words?
by Derek Walcott
Broad sun-stoned beaches.
by Brandi Young
Death is forever
So don't flirt with suicide