Top 500 Poems
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Homage To My Hips
by Lucille Clifton
these hips are big hips.
they need space to
by Marieta Maglas
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At First Sight?
by Christopher Marlowe
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
by Khalil Gibran
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
All Things Will Die
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
All Things will Die
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
Love, What Is Love
by Robert Louis Stevenson
LOVE - what is love? A great and aching heart;
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
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;
To Be In Love
by Gwendolyn Brooks
To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
by Oscar Wilde
THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
by Alice Walker
Expect nothing. Live frugally
by Robert Louis Stevenson
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
by Rainer Maria Rilke
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
Internally Displaced Persons (Idps)
by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
They leave their homes
A Broken Appointment
by Thomas Hardy
You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
Clouds And Waves
by Rabindranath Tagore
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
A Ritual To Read To Each Other
by William Stafford
If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
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,
Prayer Before Birth
by Louis Macneice
I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
If I Were In Charge Of The World
by Judith Viorst
If I were in charge of the world
I'd cancel oatmeal,
by Hilaire Belloc
Do you remember an Inn,
by Benjamin Zephaniah
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
A Happy Man
by Edwin Arlington Robinson
When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
The Arrow And The Song
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
A Dream Lies Dead
by Dorothy Parker
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,