Top 100 Poems About: SONG


In this page, poems on / about “song” are listed.
  • 1.
    April Rain Song

    Let the rain kiss you
    Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
    Let the rain sing you a lullaby
    The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 2.
    A Fairy Song

    Over hill, over dale,
    Thorough bush, thorough brier,
    Over park, over pale,
    Thorough flood, thorough fire! read more »

    William Shakespeare
  • 3.
    A Song Of Despair

    The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
    The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. read more »

    Pablo Neruda
  • 4.
    A Drinking Song

    WINE comes in at the mouth
    And love comes in at the eye;
    That's all we shall know for truth
    Before we grow old and die. read more »

    William Butler Yeats
  • 5.
    Juke Box Love Song

    I could take the Harlem night
    and wrap around you,
    Take the neon lights and make a crown,
    Take the Lenox Avenue busses, read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 6.
    The Arrow And The Song

    I shot an arrow into the air,
    It fell to earth, I knew not where;
    For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
    Could not follow it in its flight. read more »

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  • 7.
    A Song


    COME, I will make the continent indissoluble;
    I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;
    I will make divine magnetic lands, read more »

    Walt Whitman
  • 8.
    A Sort Of A Song

    Let the snake wait under
    his weed
    and the writing
    be of words, slow and quick, sharp read more »

    William Carlos Williams
  • 9.
    A Song

    Sweet dreams, form a shade
    O'er my lovely infant's head!
    Sweet dreams of pleasant streams read more »

    William Blake
  • 10.
    Autumn River Song

    The moon shimmers in green water.
    White herons fly through the moonlight.

    The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts: read more »

    Li Po
  • 11.
    A Line-Storm Song

    The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
    The road is forlorn all day,
    Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
    And the hoof-prints vanish away. read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 12.
    A Faery Song

    WE who are old, old and gay,
    O so old!
    Thousands of years, thousands of years,
    If all were told: read more »

    William Butler Yeats
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