Top 500 Poems
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All Dreams Not Come True ###309(In 500)
by Hasmukh Amathalal
All dreams may not come true
All credits due may not accrue
by Sir Walter Raleigh
EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
Sex Without Love
by Mrs. Cynosure
A pleasure we do out of love for the other person
We our sharing the sexual experiment with
by Charles Kingsley
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
by Seamus Heaney
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
As One Listens To The Rain
by Octavio Paz
Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
My Dark Nights
by Sathya Narayana
At the distant verge of the horizon
slowly submerging is the weary Sun
by Allen Ginsberg
Elan that lifts me above the clouds
into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
Because I Cannot Sleep
by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
by Marianne Moore
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all
As The Ruin Falls
by Clive Staples Lewis
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
A Work Of Artifice
by Marge Piercy
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner
by Randall Jarrell
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Haiku (The Low Yellow...)
by Jack Kerouac
The low yellow
moon above the
Just Beyond The Sunset
by David Harris
Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
by Robert Herrick
Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.
by Sir Walter Raleigh
IF all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
Anywhere Out Of The World
by Charles Baudelaire
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to
suffer in front of the stove, and ano
A Boy Named Sue
by Shel Silverstein
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
What Do Women Want?
by Kim Addonizio
I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
by Donald Hall
To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
A City's Death By Fire
by Derek Walcott
After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky,
I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's death by fire;
A Ballad Of Dreamland
by Algernon Charles Swinburne
I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;
by Sarojini Naidu
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
Abode Of The Beloved
Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched,
Where My Complete Beloved Is.