Top 500 Poems


 

# Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
476. John Ashbery poet Self-Portrait In A Convex Mirror by John Ashbery
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand
Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer
7.20 7
477. Allan Ahlberg poet Please Mrs Butler by Allan Ahlberg
Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
8.32 2
478. Richard Lovelace poet To Lucasta, Going To The Wars by Richard Lovelace
Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
6.76 10
479. Mirza Ghalib poet Heart It Is, Not A Brick Or Stone by Mirza Ghalib
Heart it is, not a brick or stone
Why shouldn't it feel the pain?
5.97 7
480. Matsuo Basho poet Don'T Imitate Me by Matsuo Basho
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
6.83 5
481. Brian Patten poet Simple Lyric by Brian Patten
When I think of her sparkling face
And of her body that rocked this way and that,
7.34 5
482. Osoanon Nimuss poet Absolutely Nothing by Osoanon Nimuss Rookie
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
9.71 10
483. Claude McKay poet A Memory Of June by Claude McKay
When June comes dancing o'er the death of May,
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
5.63 4
484. Robert Herrick poet To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time by Robert Herrick
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
7.61 4
485. Dr Hitesh Sheth poet Why Me? by Dr Hitesh Sheth Rookie - 3 Points
When the hopes are hassled
And relationships are rattled
9.27 114
486. Derek Walcott poet Midsummer, Tobago by Derek Walcott
Broad sun-stoned beaches.
White heat.
5.75 3
487. Michael Rosen poet Down Behind The Dustbin by Michael Rosen
Down behind the dustbin
I met a dog called Ted.
6.49 3
488. Lucille Clifton poet I Am Accused Of Tending To The Past by Lucille Clifton
i am accused of tending to the past
as if i made it,
8.28 4
489. Muriel Stuart poet The Seed-Shop by Muriel Stuart
Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
7.48 25
490. Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi poet Did I Not Say To You by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your friend; in this
mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life? ”
5.34 0
491. Adrian Henri poet Without You 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,
7.52 9
492. John Milton poet How Soon Hath Time by John Milton
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year!
5.72 3
493. Tamara Moir poet Tear Drops And Closed Caskets The Good Die Young. by Tamara Moir Rookie
I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said.
9.21 25
494. Seamus Heaney poet Digging by Seamus Heaney Rookie
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
7.42 5
495. Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz poet You Men by Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
(Español)
Hombres necios que acusáis
6.17 2
496. Wislawa Szymborska poet Lot's Wife by Wislawa Szymborska
They say I looked back out of curiosity.
But I could have had other reasons.
7.50 11
497. Banjo Paterson poet The Man From Snowy River by Banjo Paterson
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
7.17 4
498. Ata Khan poet Z'Ma Mor (My Mother) by Ata Khan Rookie
It was a rainy day
driving back home
9.27 260
499. Federico García Lorca poet Ballad Of The Moon by Federico García Lorca
translated by Will Kirkland
The moon came into the forge
5.69 1
500. Mary Elizabeth Coleridge poet Affection by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
The earth that made the rose,
She also is thy mother, and not I.
6.88 21
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