Top 500 Poems
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by Steve Turner
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
It Is Not Love It Is Madness
by Mirza Ghalib
(You say) It is not love, it is madness
My madness may be the cause of your fame
Alone, Looking For Blossoms Along The River
by Tu Fu
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable,
And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy.
Being With You
by Heather Burns
Being with you for just
Round And Round
by Vikram Seth
After a long and wretched flight
That stretched from daylight into night,
by Boris Pasternak
It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
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 Edmund Spenser
Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
by Derek Walcott
Broad sun-stoned beaches.
I Come From There
by Mahmoud Darwish
I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
by Mark Doty
You weren't well or really ill yet either;
just a little tired, your handsomeness
Come, Walk With Me
by Emily Jane Brontë
Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
Before The Dawn
by Federico García Lorca
But like love
Aunt Jennifer's Tigers
by Adrienne Rich
Aunt Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen,
Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.
by Jane Taylor
Down in a green and shady bed,
A modest violet grew;
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,
A Strange Boy
by Sayeed Abubakar
An innocent boy leaving the lap of mother
opened his fearful eyes in the war-trodden world
All Day I Hear The Noise Of Waters
by James Joyce
All day I hear the noise of waters
A Snowy Morning
by Matsuo Basho
A snowy morning--
Look To This Day
Look to this day:
For it is life, the very life of life.
by Joyce Kilmer
(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.)
Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air,
by Sidney Lanier
O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
Two weddings in one breath.
Making A Fist
by Naomi Shihab Nye
We forget that we are all dead men conversing wtih dead men.
—Jorge Luis Borges
by Galway Kinnell
I eat oatmeal for breakfast.
I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it.
by Osoanon Nimuss
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem