Top 100 Poems About: DARK


In this page, poems on / about “dark” are listed.
  • 1.
    In A Dark Time

    In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
    I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
    I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
    A lord of nature weeping to a tree. read more »

    Theodore Roethke
  • 2.
    Chanson D'Automne

    Leaf-strewing gales
    Utter low wails
    Like violins,--
    Till on my soul read more »

    Paul Verlaine
  • 3.
    I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark

    I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day,
    What hours, O what black hours we have spent
    This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
    And more must, in yet longer light's delay. read more »

    Gerard Manley Hopkins
  • 4.
    Darkness

    I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
    The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
    Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
    Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth read more »

    George Gordon Byron
  • 5.
    The Raven

    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. read more »

    Edgar Allan Poe
  • 6.
    The Old Familiar Faces

    I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
    In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days--
    All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. read more »

    Charles Lamb
  • 7.
    I Stood Musing in a Black World

    I stood musing in a black world,
    Not knowing where to direct my feet.
    And I saw the quick stream of men
    Pouring ceaselessly, read more »

    Stephen Crane
  • 8.
    The Rainy Day

    Written at the old home in Portland

    The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
    It rains,and the wind is never weary; read more »

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  • 9.
    Written in Northampton County Asylum

    I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows?
    My friends forsake me like a memory lost.
    I am the self-consumer of my woes;
    They rise and vanish, an oblivious host, read more »

    John Clare
  • 10.
    London

    I wandered through each chartered street,
    Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
    A mark in every face I meet, read more »

    William Blake
  • 11.
    A Poison Tree

    I was angry with my friend:
    I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
    I was angry with my foe: read more »

    William Blake
  • 12.
    Summer And Winter

    It was a bright and cheerful afternoon,
    Towards the end of the sunny month of June,
    When the north wind congregates in crowds read more »

    Percy Bysshe Shelley
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