Top 500 Poems
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! A Grief Ago
by Michael Shepherd
'There is no grief
which time does not lessen
What Do Women Want?
by Kim Addonizio
I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
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;
Personal Letter No. 3
by Sonia Sanchez
nothing will keep
us young you know
Self-Portrait At 28
by David Berman
I know it's a bad title
but I'm giving it to myself as a gift
by Steve Turner
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
Why I Love You (Love Love Love Love Love Love Love)
by Udiah (witness to Yah)
You give to me hope
And help me to cope
I Am Accused Of Tending To The Past
by Lucille Clifton
i am accused of tending to the past
as if i made it,
by Amy Lowell
I walk down the garden-paths,
And all the daffodils
In The Summer
by Nizar Qabbani
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
A Ballad Of Death
by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears,
Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth
I Am Waiting
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
Round And Round
by Vikram Seth
After a long and wretched flight
That stretched from daylight into night,
In The Orchard
by Muriel Stuart
'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.'
'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon
by Lascelles Abercrombie
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye,
Around about the wondrous days of yore,
Wild Geese By Mary Oliver
by Alison Cassidy
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
Look To This Day
Look to this day:
For it is life, the very life of life.
The Hope Of My Heart
by John McCrae
"Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine."
I left, to earth, a little maiden fair,
by Galway Kinnell
I eat oatmeal for breakfast.
I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it.
The Great Valuable Gift On Christmas Day
by AISWARYA T ANISH
“Wow! It’s Christmas, happiness coming
Now for the gift welcoming loving
Self-Portrait In A Convex Mirror
by John Ashbery
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand
Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer
Heart It Is, Not A Brick Or Stone
by Mirza Ghalib
Heart it is, not a brick or stone
Why shouldn't it feel the pain?
In The Park
by Gwen Harwood
She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date.
Two children whine and bicker, tug her skirt.
by Ai Ogawa
We smile at each other
and I lean back against the wicker couch.
by Robert Hayden
The old woman across the way
is whipping the boy again