Top 500 Poems


 

# Title Poet
201. A Wish
I ask not that my bed of death
From bands of greedy heirs be free;
Matthew Arnold poet by Matthew Arnold
on 1/1/2000
202. The Early Morning
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably
A trick that everyone abhors
Hilaire Belloc poet by Hilaire Belloc
on 1/1/2000
203. After All

The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
Henry Lawson poet by Henry Lawson
on 1/1/2000
204. A Little Boy's Dream
To and fro, to and fro
In my little boat I go
Katherine Mansfield poet by Katherine Mansfield
on 1/1/2000
205. To His Coy Mistress
Had we but World enough, and Time,
This coyness Lady were no crime.
Andrew Marvell poet by Andrew Marvell
on 1/1/2000
206. Amidst The Flowers A Jug Of Wine
Amidst the flowers a jug of wine,
I pour alone lacking companionship.
Li Po poet by Li Po
on 1/1/2000
207. A Code of Morals
Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order,
And hied away to the Hurrum Hills above the Afghan border,
Rudyard Kipling poet by Rudyard Kipling
on 1/1/2000
208. Rain
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Edward Thomas poet by Edward Thomas
on 1/1/2000
209. The Panther
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
Rainer Maria Rilke poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
on 1/1/2000
210. Good-by
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home,
Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine;
Ralph Waldo Emerson poet by Ralph Waldo Emerson
on 1/1/2000
211. The British
Take some Picts, Celts and Silures
And let them settle,
Benjamin Zephaniah poet by Benjamin Zephaniah
on 1/1/2000
212. The Moment
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
Margaret Atwood poet by Margaret Atwood
on 1/1/2000
213. The Horses
Barely a twelvemonth after
The seven days war that put the world to sleep,
Edwin Muir poet by Edwin Muir
on 1/1/2000
214. Get Drunk
Always be drunk.
That's it!
Charles Baudelaire poet by Charles Baudelaire
on 1/1/2000
215. Homage to My Hips
these hips are big hips.
they need space to
Lucille Clifton poet by Lucille Clifton
on 1/1/2000
216. Conscientious Objector
I shall die, but
that is all that I shall do for Death.
Edna St. Vincent Millay poet by Edna St. Vincent Millay
on 1/1/2000
217. Traveling Through The Dark
Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
William Stafford poet by William Stafford
on 1/1/2000
218. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
T. S. Eliot poet by T. S. Eliot
on 1/1/2000
219. A Moment Of Happiness
A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi poet by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
on 1/1/2000
220. Latina Time
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
Marieta Maglas poet by Marieta Maglas
on 1/1/2000
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