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;
I Come From There
by Mahmoud Darwish
I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
by Carolyn Forché
What you have heard is true. I was in his house.
His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. His
by Lascelles Abercrombie
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye,
Around about the wondrous days of yore,
Poem In Praise Of Menstruation
by Lucille Clifton
if there is a river
more beautiful than this
by May Swenson
Body my house
my horse my hound
by Sharon Olds
Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt
he had put on her face. And her training bra
Jenny Kissed Me
by James Henry Leigh Hunt
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Why I Love You (Love Love Love Love Love Love Love)
by Udiah (witness to Yah)
You give to me hope
And help me to cope
by Siegfried Sassoon
AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun,
Round And Round
by Vikram Seth
After a long and wretched flight
That stretched from daylight into night,
by Charles Simic
The truth is dark under your eyelids.
What are you going to do about it?
by Naomi Shihab Nye
"A true Arab knows how to catch a fly in his hands,"
my father would say. And he'd prove it,
The Great Valuable Gift On Christmas Day
by AISWARYA T ANISH
“Wow! It’s Christmas, happiness coming
Now for the gift welcoming loving
In A Dark Time
by Theodore Roethke
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
Self-Portrait At 28
by David Berman
I know it's a bad title
but I'm giving it to myself as a gift
by Steve Turner
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
by Louise Gluck
I have a friend who still believes in heaven.
Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to God.
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,
A Work Of Artifice
by Marge Piercy
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
by Louise Gluck
I'll tell you something: every day
people are dying. And that's just the beginning.
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 Her clothes are out of date.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 Henry Van Dyke
Too Slow for those who Wait,
by Anna Akhmatova
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
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