Top 500 Poems
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by Edmund Spenser
Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
by Steve Turner
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
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,
What Were They Like?
by Denise Levertov
Did the people of Viet Nam
use lanterns of stone?
Come, Walk With Me
by Emily Jane Brontë
Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
Every Time I Kiss You
by Nizar Qabbani
Every time I kiss you
After a long separation
by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
Ash nazg thrakutulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
by Dorothea Mackeller
The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters
by James Joyce
All day I hear the noise of waters
by Ernest Christopher Dowson
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
*** Your Beautiful Eyes *** In Top 500 Poems
by ANJALI SINHA
vividly those serene eyes,
by Vikram Seth
Since for me now you have no warmth to spare
I sense I must adopt a sane and spare
by Shel Silverstein
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Tear Drops And Closed Caskets The Good Die Young.
by Tamara Moir
I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said.
In A Dark Time
by Theodore Roethke
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
A Song Of Eternity In Time
by Sidney Lanier
Once, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
A Monk Sips Morning Tea
by Matsuo Basho
A monk sips morning tea,
by Claude McKay
Oh when I think of my long-suffering race,
For weary centuries despised, oppressed,
by Sylvia Chidi
Honesty is beautiful
Kindness is beautiful
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 Boris Pasternak
It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
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 Adrian Henri
Without you every morning would feel like going back to work after a holiday,
Without you I couldn't stand the smell of the East Lancs Road,
When You Wake Tomorrow
by Brian Patten
I will give you a poem when you wake tomorrow.
It will be a peaceful poem.
by Muriel Stuart
Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,