Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

Anonymous Americas Poems

1. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt 4/5/2010
2. Jefferson's Daughter 4/5/2010
3. Decreed 4/5/2010
4. Will He No Come Back Again? 1/1/2004
5. Growing Old 4/5/2010
6. The Origin Of Death 4/5/2010
7. Ye Heralds Of Freedom 4/6/2010
8. Victories Of The Heart 4/6/2010
9. The Hell-Bound Train 4/5/2010
10. You'Ll Tell Her, Won'T You? 4/6/2010
11. Ode To Joy 4/5/2010
12. Pope And Mcdowell 4/5/2010
13. Godfrey Gordon 1/1/2004
14. I Don'T Want To Die 1/1/2004
15. Ye Spirits Of The Free 4/6/2010
16. What Mean Ye? 4/6/2010
17. When Christ Was Born Of Mary Fre 4/6/2010
18. For Christmas Day In The Morning 1/1/2004
19. Promise 4/5/2010
20. The Little Church Round The Corner 4/5/2010
21. Rain 4/5/2010
22. Old Mother Seward 4/5/2010
23. Hospital Duties 4/5/2010
24. Foweles In The Frith 1/1/2004
25. Clerk Saunders 1/1/2004
26. Poor Johnnie Pope 4/5/2010
27. When The French Band Plays 4/6/2010
28. Midnight Special 1/1/2004
29. Fifty Years Apart 4/5/2010
30. Enlisted Today 4/5/2010
31. Liberty Ball 4/5/2010
32. Ole Wirginny 4/5/2010
33. Yankee Was A Bad Man, Yankee Was A Thief, 4/6/2010
34. We'Re Coming! We'Re Coming! 4/6/2010
35. The Man In The South 4/5/2010
36. The Snow At Fredericksburg 4/5/2010
37. The Ancient Banner 4/5/2010
38. The Charge Of The Mule Brigade 4/5/2010
39. Zaza, The Female Slave 4/6/2010
40. The Bondman 4/5/2010

Comments about Anonymous Americas

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (3/11/2019 1:17:00 PM)

    I salute all those poets who were not after name fame and money.....

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (3/11/2019 1:17:00 PM)

    I salute all those poets who were not after name fame and money....

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  • Trish Johnston Trish Johnston (10/3/2012 3:11:00 PM)

    Beautiful! In beauty may you walk.

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Best Poem of Anonymous Americas

A Riddle

Legs I have got, yet seldom do I walk;
I backbite many, yet I never talk:
In secret places most I seek to hide me,
For he who feeds me never can abide me.

Read the full of A Riddle

At Liberty I Sit And See

At liberty I sit and see
Them, that have erst laugh'd me to scorn,
Whipp'd with the whip that scourged me:
And now they ban that they were born.

I see them sit full soberly
And think their earnest looks to hide;
Now, in themselves, they cannot spy
That they or this in me have spied.