769 match(es) found in poems

Don't Go Far Off

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
Pablo Neruda

Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes

First, her tippet made of tulle,
easily lifted off her shoulders and laid
Billy Collins

I Am Offering This Poem

I am offering this poem to you,
since I have nothing else to give.
Jimmy Santiago Baca

Dirge of the Three Queens

URNS and odours bring away!
   Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
William Shakespeare

The Send-off

Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way
To the siding-shed,
Wilfred Owen

Spring Offensive

1 Halted against the shade of a last hill,
2 They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease
Wilfred Owen

Sonnet 128: How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st

How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds
William Shakespeare

A Farewell to Arms (To Queen Elizabeth)

HIS golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd;
   O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
George Peele

Queen Anne's Lace

Her body is not so white as
anemone petals nor so smooth--nor
William Carlos Williams

Ballade Of A Talked-Off Ear

Daily I listen to wonder and woe,
Nightly I hearken to knave or to ace,
Dorothy Parker

Sonnet 41 - I thank all who have loved me in their hearts

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Strange Is The Path When You Offer Love

Do not mention the name of love,
O my simple-minded companion.

A Mien to move a Queen

A Mien to move a Queen—
Emily Dickinson

Oft, in the Stilly Night

Oft, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Thomas Moore

To Any Dead Officer

Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you’d say,
Because I’d like to know that you’re all right.
Siegfried Sassoon

O You Whom I Often And Silently Come

O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be
Walt Whitman

A Day Off

Let us put awhile away
All the cares of work-a-day,
Lucy Maud Montgomery

The Offer

I want to locate a bit of you, cradle it,
say: this, there is no word for this.
Jeffrey McDaniel

Lament Of Mary Queen Of Scots

SMILE of the Moon!---for I so name
That silent greeting from above;
William Wordsworth

Off the Ground

Three jolly Farmers
Once bet a pound
Walter de la Mare

She Often Spoke

she often spoke of suicide, wordlessly.
did I see scarred wrists or imagine them?
Jesse Weiner

Shake It Off

Should i just shake it off
Or just sit and wait
Broken Angel

The Faerie Queene, Book I, Canto IV (excerpts)

To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa
Edmund Spenser


A THOUSAND perfect men and women appear,
Walt Whitman

I know some lonely Houses off the Road

I know some lonely Houses off the Road
Emily Dickinson

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