Top 500 Poems
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Ice And Fire
by Edmund Spenser
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
by Seamus Heaney
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
Rondel Of Merciless Beauty
by Geoffrey Chaucer
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
City That Does Not Sleep
by Federico García Lorca
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
by James Weldon Johnson
And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said:
Where The Sidewalk Ends
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
Who Understands Me But Me
by Jimmy Santiago Baca
They turn the water off, so I live without water,
they build walls higher, so I live without treetops,
by Sarojini Naidu
Lightly, O lightly we bear her along,
She sways like a flower in the wind of our song;
There Will Come Soft Rain
by Sara Teasdale
There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
by William Stafford
Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
A Familiar Letter
by Oliver Wendell Holmes
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying;
Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?
Be Still, My Soul, Be Still
by Alfred Edward Housman
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
Advice To A Son
by Ernest Hemingway
Never trust a white man,
Never kill a Jew,
1914 I: Peace
by Rupert Brooke
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
by Henry Lawson
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
God It Hurts
by Amy Louise Kerswell
I said 'God it hurts'
And God said 'I Know'
Boy At The Window
by Richard Wilbur
Seeing the snowman standing all alone
In dusk and cold is more than he can bear.
by Alexander Pope
See what delights in sylvan scenes appear!
Descending Gods have found Elysium here.
by Seamus Heaney
I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
Last Night As I Was Sleeping
by Antonio Machado
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
by Charles Kingsley
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
by James Arlington Wright
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
Casey At The Bat
by Ernest Lawrence Thayer
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
by Ted Hughes
This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
by Jorge Luis Borges
If I could live again my life,
In the next - I'll try,