Top 500 Poems
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by Michael Rosen
I love chocolate cake.
And when I was a boy
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
A Golden Day
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
I Found you and I lost you,
All on a gleaming day.
As Soon As Fred Gets Out Of Bed
by Jack Prelutsky
As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
If We Must Die
by Claude McKay
If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
by Charlotte Brontë
LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
A Grain Of Sand
by Robert William Service
If starry space no limit knows
And sun succeeds to sun,
A Gleam Of Sunshine
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
Let me review the scene,
Always Marry An April Girl
by Ogden Nash
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
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.
Internally Displaced Persons (Idps)
by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
They leave their homes
by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
by Jennifer Rondeau
I have fallen from sky,
Fallen to the ground,
by Benjamin Zephaniah
Take some Picts, Celts and Silures
And let them settle,
Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
by Marieta Maglas
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
by Elizabeth Bishop
I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
by Margaret Atwood
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
Alone And Drinking Under The Moon
by Li Po
Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
On Raglan Road
by Patrick Kavanagh
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
by Robert Louis Stevenson
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
A Fond Kiss
by Robert Burns
A fond kiss, and then we sever;
A farewell, and then forever!
by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
by Rainer Maria Rilke
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.