Top 500 Poems
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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.
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 Oscar Wilde
THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
by Fabrizio Frosini
Yearning for tenderness.
The one lost —It's so long -so long
by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
My Last Duchess
by Robert Browning
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
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;
A Fond Kiss
by Robert Burns
A fond kiss, and then we sever;
A farewell, and then forever!
by Alice Walker
Expect nothing. Live frugally
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.
by Rainer Maria Rilke
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
by Sharon Olds
Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads,
Like gnats around a streetlight in summer,
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 Broken Appointment
by Thomas Hardy
You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
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 Marieta Maglas
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
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.
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
All Things Will Die
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
All Things will Die
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
Alone Looking At The Mountain
by Li Po
All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
by Nikki Giovanni
I always like summer
For Whom The Bell Tolls
by John Donne
PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he
knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so
by Sylvia Plath
The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
"Star Light, Star Bright--"
by Dorothy Parker
Star, that gives a gracious dole,
What am I to choose?