Poem Hunter: Poems - Poets - Poetry

Best poems by famous poets all around the world on Poem Hunter. Read poem and quotes from most popular poets.

03 Nov, 2024 Today
POEM OF THE DAY
"The Old Maid"

I saw her in a Broadway car,
The woman I might grow to be;
I felt my lover look at her
And then turn suddenly to me.
Her hair was dull and drew no light,
And yet its color was as mine;
Her eyes were strangely like my eyes,
Tho' love had never made them shine.

Her body was a thing grown thin,
Hungry for love that never came;
Her soul was frozen in the dark,
Unwarmed forever by love's flame.

I felt my lover look at her
And then turn suddenly to me –
His eyes were magic to defy
The woman I shall never be.
...

POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
I'M Explaining A Few Things

You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?
and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?
and the rain repeatedly spattering
its words and drilling them full
of apertures and birds?
I'll tell you all the news.

I lived in a suburb,
a suburb of Madrid, with bells,
and clocks, and trees.

...

POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
How Kratom Can Help You Sleep: A Natural Way To Rest

In the evening's quiet, soft and deep,
Kratom whispers, helping you sleep.
A gentle calm, it softly flows,
Easing your mind as twilight grows.

With soothing leaves, it lulls the night,
Guiding you to dreams so light.
Restful peace in every breath,
Kratom's touch wards off unrest.


...

QUOTE OF THE DAY

Love is the key of life; bringing us together.

02 Nov, 2024 Saturday
POEM OF THE DAY
The Cry Of The Children

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers---
And that cannot stop their tears.
The young lambs are bleating in the meadows;
The young birds are chirping in the nest;
The young fawns are playing with the shadows;
The young flowers are blowing toward the west---
But the young, young children, O my brothers,
They are weeping bitterly!---
They are weeping in the playtime of the others
In the country of the free.

Do you question the young children in the sorrow,
Why their tears are falling so?---
The old man may weep for his to-morrow
Which is lost in Long Ago---
The old tree is leafless in the forest---
The old year is ending in the frost---
The old wound, if stricken, is the sorest---
The old hope is hardest to be lost:
But the young, young children, O my brothers,
Do you ask them why they stand
Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers,
In our happy Fatherland?

They look up with their pale and sunken faces,
And their looks are sad to see,
For the man's grief abhorrent, draws and presses
Down the cheeks of infancy---

...

POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
Come In

As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music - hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.

Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.


...

POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
The Double-Edged Flame

Love, a master magician, weaves it spell.
A trickster of mind, stealing desires to sell.
A gambler of emotions, the sweet deceitful kind.
It burns alive, yet feels warm and subtle inside.
A risky game, challenging sanity's core,
Mending souls, transforming all that's before,
No guarantees, can expire at any breath.
Yet demands you give it all, in its sublime, cruel depth.
A fragile thread, an elusive fading dream,
Still we find ourselves falling, subscribing to its extreme.
...

QUOTE OF THE DAY

'If you love me just dream of me only'

01 Nov, 2024 Friday
POEM OF THE DAY
Faces In The Street


They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone
That want is here a stranger, and that misery's unknown;
For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet
My window-sill is level with the faces in the street --
Drifting past, drifting past,
To the beat of weary feet --
While I sorrow for the owners of those faces in the street.

And cause I have to sorrow, in a land so young and fair,
To see upon those faces stamped the marks of Want and Care;
I look in vain for traces of the fresh and fair and sweet
In sallow, sunken faces that are drifting through the street --
Drifting on, drifting on,
To the scrape of restless feet;
I can sorrow for the owners of the faces in the street.

In hours before the dawning dims the starlight in the sky
The wan and weary faces first begin to trickle by,
Increasing as the moments hurry on with morning feet,
Till like a pallid river flow the faces in the street --
Flowing in, flowing in,
To the beat of hurried feet --
Ah! I sorrow for the owners of those faces in the street.

The human river dwindles when 'tis past the hour of eight,
Its waves go flowing faster in the fear of being late;
But slowly drag the moments, whilst beneath the dust and heat
The city grinds the owners of the faces in the street --
Grinding body, grinding soul,

...

POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
Her Tin Skin

i want her tin skin. i want
her militant barbie breast,
resistant, cupped, no, cocked
in the V of her elbow. i want
my curves mountainous

and locked. i want her
arabesque eyes, i want her
tar markings, her curlicues,
i want her tin skin. she

...

POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
No Kiss Goodnight

I sat beside my father's old arm chair,
As he read Treasure Island aloud to me;
Each page he turned was like a lapping wave,
Each chapter read, a flood or ebbing tide.

The library book smelled as old books do;
I smelled Flint's hapless shipmate, Billy Bones,
Awash in Widow Hawkins' untaxed rum,
And tasted gun smoke on the salt-laced air.


...

QUOTE OF THE DAY

Come Corruptions Damn Developments In the hell of all pollutions.

RANDOM POEM GO!
Best POETS
Best POEMS
1.
indira babbellapati

I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...

2.
Dr. Antony Theodore

If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
...

3.
Muzahidul Reza

Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
...

4.
Howard Simon

The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
...

5.
Chinedu Dike

The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; a rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
...

6.
Ency Bearis

(This is a composition in Pilipino Language the first one I did, the only one, and hope some of the Filipinos will get this funny poem in this site. The poem is updated with English translation)


Noong taong otsenta dekada
...

CLASSICAL POEMS
1.
Jacques Prevert

Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
...

2.
Evie Shockley

you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
...

3.
Barbara Guest

On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
...

4.
Richard Lovelace

"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
...

5.
Robert William Service

If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
...

6.
Emily Jane Brontë

A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
...

Close
Error Success