643 match(es) found in poems

Song Of A Scholar And His Mistress, Who, Being Crossed By ..

[Music within.]
The Lovers enter at opposite doors, each held by a keeper.
John Dryden

641. Am I Mad? 190111

A lover returned after few years
To his sweetheart’s town
Raman Savithiri

Katsushika Hokusai Talks To A Kind Stranger Or 'Gakyo Roji..

'Who are you? '
Raj Arumugam

Love Under The Starlit Skies/ It's Love Maddening, But Don..

Under the starlit skies
I dreaming of my dreamgirl
Bijay Kant Dubey

Is Poetry My Madness? Am I A Mad Man?

Is poetry my madness?
Am I a mad man?
Bijay Kant Dubey

Is Poetry Our Madness? Are We The Mad Men?

Is poetry our madness,
Are we the mad men
Bijay Kant Dubey

Poets, Poets, Poetrywallah, God Save Me, Save Me From The ..

Poets, poets, poets,
O God, save me, save me from the poets,
Bijay Kant Dubey

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
Wendell Berry

Anna Who Was Mad

Anna who was mad,
I have a knife in my armpit.
Anne Sexton

I Am Mad With Love

I am mad with love
And no one understands my plight.

The Mad Gardener's Song

He thought he saw an Elephant,
That practised on a fife:
Lewis Carroll

The Mad Farmer Revolution

<i>Being a Fragment
of the Natural History of New Eden,
Wendell Berry

Mad Song

The wild winds weep
And the night is a-cold;
William Blake

Mad As The Mist And Snow

Bolt and bar the shutter,
For the foul winds blow:
William Butler Yeats

A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion

Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation!
Wherever they can come
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog

Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
Oliver Goldsmith

Why Should Not Old Men Be Mad?

WHY should not old men be mad?
Some have known a likely lad
William Butler Yeats

Counting The Mad

This one was put in a jacket,
This one was sent home,
Donald Justice

The Mad Yak

I am watching them churn the last milk they'll ever get from me.
They are waiting for me to die;
Gregory Corso

Let Me Be Mad

O incomparable Giver of life, cut reason loose at last!
Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to vanity.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

*0007 Mad Hatters Tea Party

This poem is dedicated to MARGARET ALICE who (most days) takes on the persona of ALICE IN WONDERLAND to escape the mundaneness and boredom of the real World.
Come to the Mad Hatter's Tea Party
John Knight

Hold Your Mad Hands

Hold your mad hands! for ever on your plain
Must the gorged vulture clog his beak with blood?
Robert Southey

Stereotypes Of A Mad Black Woman

Look at me
What do you see?
Mary T Ayegbusi

Mad Day In March

Beaten like an old hound
Whimpering by the stove,
Philip Levine

The Mad Potter

Now at the turn of the year this coil of clay
Bites its own tail: a New Year starts to choke
John Hollander

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