Top 500 Poems
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Hold You In My Smile
by Ernestine Northover
Sweet moment, stay with me,
and pray do not flee so soon,
by Michael Rosen
I love chocolate cake.
And when I was a boy
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
No More Clichés
by Octavio Paz
That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
by Walter de la Mare
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
My Papa's Waltz
by Theodore Roethke
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
Death Is Nothing At All
by Henry Scott Holland
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
by Tupac Shakur
Sometimes when I'm alone
A Word To Husbands
by Ogden Nash
To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
by Marge Piercy
This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
by Henry David Thoreau
I think awhile of Love, and while I think,
Love is to me a world,
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
' Emeralds And Black Diamonds...
by Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR
Lie down lass, with me, in sage green meadows
Your blouse flouncing open, in the teasing breeze
A Moments Indulgence
by Rabindranath Tagore
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Not Waving But Drowning
by Stevie Smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
A Sad Child
by Margaret Atwood
You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
by Gwendolyn Brooks
Abortions will not let you forget.
You remember the children you got that you did not get,
The Rose That Grew From Concrete
by Tupac Shakur
Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Miss ', I Really Miss(246) /500 #
by hasmukh amathalal
I was stepping in to become young
I thought it is nice journey but too long
"I Said To Love"
by Thomas Hardy
I said to Love,
"It is not now as in old days
Sonnet 14 - If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
by Charlotte Brontë
LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
by Marieta Maglas
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
The Passionate Shepherd To His Love
by Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove