Poems About: LYRIC

In this page, poems on / about “lyric” are listed.

  • 229.
    Young Poets

    You speak for the lakes, the trees and the birds
    You say what they'd say if they had the words.
    Make PEACE and be proud, choose well every choice
    Speak HOPE and speak loud, you are Nature's voice. read more »

    ToddMichael St. Pierre
  • 230.
    Indian Summer

    Lyric night of the lingering Indian summer,
    Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
    Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
    Ceaseless, insistent. read more »

    Sara Teasdale
  • 231.
    My Poem

    I tried to write a poem one day,
    But nothing rhymed.
    So I chose to fly away
    From space and time. read more »

    Vonnie Gowing
  • 232.
    changed

    The old picture, the peices have changed
    some pieces thrown out some re arranged
    I will not change whats with in my frame
    I have changed but I'm still the same read more »

    Helen Warren
  • 233.
    Potassium is an Essential Nutrient!

    I want to peel you
    Like I might a rotting banana
    Exposing your insides
    And, savioring the good read more »

    Nicole Settimi
  • 234.
    An Ordinary Man

    I am an ordinary man, humbled by an extraordinary beauty;
    To celebrate my exalt with the world-my solemn duty!
    A gifting only God's omnipotence could deliver;
    A beauty causal to my heart's perpetual quiver- read more »

    Maurice Harris
  • 235.
    A Choir of Angel

    I dream last night
    I saw a choir of Angel
    The light shine so bright
    I couldn't see clearly their face read more »

    new heart
  • 236.
    A Paraphrase Of Heine

    There fell a star from realms above--
    A glittering, glorious star to see!
    Methought it was the star of love, read more »

    Eugene Field
  • 237.
    A Wardrobe

    I SAID 'The dark deed matters nought,
    And this green gown becomes her well;
    For phrase and rhyme oft hide the thought, read more »

    Roderic Quinn
  • 238.
    (1) Beyond Eden

    Green leaves tap at my window like lost souls.
    I trace their signatures upon the glass.
    Dawn is only a few quatrains away.
    I memorize the fragrance of spring rain. read more »

    Sandra Fowler
  • 239.
    Inspired by bus poems

    Today I sat on the bus

    uncertain read more »

    Pilar (Pia) Mogollon
  • 240.
    My Garden

    The world is sadly sick, they say,
    And plagued by woe and pain.
    But look! How looms my garden gay,
    With blooms in golden reign! read more »

    Robert William Service
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