Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

Anonymous Americas Poems

41. Emancipation Song 4/5/2010
42. The Bondman 4/5/2010
43. The Creeds Of The Bells 4/5/2010
44. The Great Titanic 4/5/2010
45. I Know Moonrise 4/5/2010
46. Flying Slave 4/5/2010
47. Emancipation Hymn 4/5/2010
48. Consolation 4/5/2010
49. Cleburne 4/5/2010
50. Knitting Socks 4/5/2010
51. Night And Morning 4/5/2010
52. Pocahantas 4/5/2010
53. Rescue The Slave 4/5/2010
54. The Bells Of Hell 1/1/2004
55. Riddle 1/1/2004
56. Spring 1/1/2004
57. The Barefooted Boys 4/5/2010
58. St. Stephen And Herod 4/5/2010
59. That Boy 4/5/2010
60. The 4/5/2010
61. Send Them Home Tenderly 4/5/2010
62. Give Me That Old Time Religion 4/5/2010
63. Right On 4/5/2010
64. Sighs 1/1/2004
65. The Great Drum 4/5/2010
66. The Charge At Port Hudson 4/5/2010
67. The Copperheads 4/5/2010
68. The Braes O' Yarrow 1/1/2004
69. Winter Solstice 1/1/2004
70. My Friend Judge Not Me 1/1/2004
71. Mademoiselle From Armentières 4/5/2010
72. In Snow-Time 4/5/2010
73. Come Join The Abolitionists 4/5/2010
74. Edom O'Gordon 4/5/2010
75. The Graybacks So Tenderly Clinging 4/5/2010
76. Telegraphy 4/5/2010
77. Rocking The Baby 4/5/2010
78. I Sing Of A Maiden 1/1/2004
79. Shall I See My Boy Again 4/5/2010
80. The Dying Soldier 4/5/2010

Comments about Anonymous Americas

  • 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

The Man In The Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
and the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
and see what that man has to say

For it isn't your father or mother or wife
who judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts the most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass

Some people may think you a straight-shooting chum
and call you a wonderful guy
But the guy in the glass says you're only a bum
if you can't look him straight in the eye

He's the fellow to please never mind all the ...

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The Bells Of Hell

The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me:
And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me.
O death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling,
O Grave, thy victor-ee?
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling,
For you but not for me.

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