Top 100 Poems About: PEACE


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

  • 13.
    To Jane: The Recollection

    I.
    Now the last day of many days,
    All beautiful and bright as thou,
    The loveliest and the last, is dead, read more »

    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • 14.
    Stanzas Written In Dejection, Near Naples

    I.
    The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
    The waves are dancing fast and bright,
    Blue isles and snowy mountains wear read more »

    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • 15.
    The Humble Bee

    Burly dozing humblebee!
    Where thou art is clime for me.
    Let them sail for Porto Rique, read more »

    Ralph Waldo Emerson
  • 16.
    The Peace Of Wild Things

    When despair grows in me
    and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
    in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
    I go and lie down where the wood drake read more »

    Wendell Berry
  • 17.
    Peace

    I am as awful as my brother War,
    I am the sudden silence after clamour.
    I am the face that shows the seamy scar
    When blood and frenzy has lost its glamour. read more »

    Eleanor Farjeon
  • 18.
    Caged Bird

    The free bird leaps
    on the back of the wind
    and floats downstream
    till the current ends read more »

    Maya Angelou
  • 19.
    Peace

    When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,
    Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?
    When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I’ll not play hypocrite
    To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but read more »

    Gerard Manley Hopkins
  • 20.
    Peace

    Give me the pulse of the tide again
    And the slow lapse of the leaves,
    The rustling gold of a field of grain
    And a bird in the nested eaves; read more »

    Alfred Noyes
  • 21.
    On The Western Front

    I
    I found a dreadful acre of the dead,
    Marked with the only sign on earth that saves.
    The wings of death were hurrying overhead, read more »

    Alfred Noyes
  • 22.
    Lines Written In Kensington Gardens

    In this lone, open glade I lie,
    Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand;
    And at its end, to stay the eye,
    Those black-crown'd, red-boled pine-trees stand! read more »

    Matthew Arnold
  • 23.
    To The Indifferent Women

    You who are happy in a thousand homes,
    Or overworked therein, to a dumb peace;
    Whose souls are wholly centered in the life read more »

    Charlotte Perkins Stetson Gilman
  • 24.
    Making Peace

    A voice from the dark called out,
    "The poets must give us
    imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar read more »

    Denise Levertov
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