Top 500 Poems
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My Last Duchess
by Robert Browning
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Miss ', I Really Miss (101) /500 ###
by hasmukh amathalal
I was stepping in to become young
I thought it is nice journey but too long
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.
All Things Will Die
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
All Things will Die
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
by Robert Louis Stevenson
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
A Dream Lies Dead
by Dorothy Parker
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
The Arrow And The Song
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
by Rainer Maria Rilke
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
Advice To A Girl
by Sara Teasdale
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
by Robert William Service
Three times I had the lust to kill,
To clutch a throat so young and fair,
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.
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.
by Khalil Gibran
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
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
A Happy Man
by Edwin Arlington Robinson
When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
A Fond Kiss
by Robert Burns
A fond kiss, and then we sever;
A farewell, and then forever!
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
by Nikki Giovanni
I always like summer
by Marieta Maglas
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
by Ted Kooser
Today, from a distance, I saw you
walking away, and without a sound
by Fabrizio Frosini
Yearning for tenderness.
The one lost —It's so long -so long
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,
"Star Light, Star Bright--"
by Dorothy Parker
Star, that gives a gracious dole,
What am I to choose?
by Sylvia Plath
The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan