Top 500 Poems
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by Sharon Olds
Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt
he had put on her face. And her training bra
Self-Portrait At 28
by David Berman
I know it's a bad title
but I'm giving it to myself as a gift
I Am Accused Of Tending To The Past
by Lucille Clifton
i am accused of tending to the past
as if i made it,
I Come From There
by Mahmoud Darwish
I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
What Do Women Want?
by Kim Addonizio
I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
Self-Portrait In A Convex Mirror
by John Ashbery
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand
Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer
by Brandi Young
Death is forever
So don't flirt with suicide
by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
Ash nazg thrakutulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
by Steve Turner
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
The House With Nobody In It
by Joyce Kilmer
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
by Sir Walter Scott
O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms
by Thomas Moore
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
~ Why Hack My She ~
by MS. NIVEDITA BAGCHI SPC. UK.
Why hack my mind?
I can be bare and nude.
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 Her clothes are out of date.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.
The New Colossus
by Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Making A Fist
by Naomi Shihab Nye
We forget that we are all dead men conversing wtih dead men.
—Jorge Luis Borges
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
Elegy For Jane
by Theodore Roethke
(My student, thrown by a horse)
I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils;
Monet Refuses The Operation
by Lisel Mueller
Doctor, you say there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
by Galway Kinnell
I love to go out in late September
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
by Vikram Seth
Somewhere within your loving look I sense,
Without the least intention to deceive,
Being With You
by Heather Burns
Being with you for just
Lord Ullin's Daughter
by Thomas Campbell
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound,
Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry!
Sun And Shadow
by Oliver Wendell Holmes
As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green,
To the billows of foam-crested blue,
A New Poet
by Linda Pastan
Finding a new poet
is like finding a new wildflower