Top 500 Poems
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Haiku (The Low Yellow...)
by Jack Kerouac
The low yellow
moon above the
by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
Ash nazg thrakutulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
by Sylvia Chidi
Honesty is beautiful
Kindness is beautiful
by Ernest Christopher Dowson
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
Before The Dawn
by Mary Havran
Before dawn wind rushes
driving night’s chill westward
I Come From There
by Mahmoud Darwish
I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
by Galway Kinnell
I eat oatmeal for breakfast.
I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it.
by George Herbert
When thou didst entice to thee my heart,
I thought the service brave:
Lord Ullin's Daughter
by Thomas Campbell
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound,
Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry!
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 Marianne Moore
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all
A Dream Of Trees
by Mary Oliver
There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
America The Beautiful
by Katharine Lee Bates
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
*** Your Beautiful Eyes *** In Top 500 Poems
by ANJALI SINHA
vividly those serene eyes,
by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair,
And gaze upon her smile;
The Owl And The Pussy-Cat
by Edward Lear
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
by Derek Walcott
Broad sun-stoned beaches.
by Amy Lowell
I walk down the garden-paths,
And all the daffodils
A Memory Of June
by Claude McKay
When June comes dancing o'er the death of May,
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
~ Why Hack My She ~
by MS. NIVEDITA BAGCHI SPC. UK.
Why hack my mind?
I can be bare and nude.
Look To This Day
Look to this day:
For it is life, the very life of life.
A Song Of Eternity In Time
by Sidney Lanier
Once, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
A Golden Day
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The subtle beauty of this day
Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell,
Children Of Light
by Robert Lowell
Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and stones
And fenced their gardens with the Redmen's bones;
by Joseph Brodsky
I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa