Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

Anonymous Americas Poems

121. Rocking The Baby 4/5/2010
122. Roll Me Over 1/1/2004
123. Seafarer 4/5/2010
124. Send Them Home Tenderly 4/5/2010
125. Shall I See My Boy Again 4/5/2010
126. She'Ll Be Comin' Round The Mountain 1/1/2004
127. Shenandoah 4/5/2010
128. Sighs 1/1/2004
129. Sir Patrick Spence 1/1/2004
130. Slander 4/5/2010
131. Soldiers Who Wish To Be A Hero 1/1/2004
132. Song Of A Brigadier 4/5/2010
133. Song Of The Coffle Gang 4/5/2010
134. Songs In Sleep 4/5/2010
135. Spirit Of Freemen, Wake 4/5/2010
136. Spring 1/1/2004
137. St. Stephen And Herod 4/5/2010
138. Taps 4/5/2010
139. Telegraphy 4/5/2010
140. That Boy 4/5/2010
141. The 4/5/2010
142. The Ancient Banner 4/5/2010
143. The Barefooted Boys 4/5/2010
144. The Battle Cry Of Freedom (Southern Version) 4/5/2010
145. The Bells Of Hell 1/1/2004
146. The Blind Slave Boy 4/5/2010
147. The Bondman 4/5/2010
148. The Bottom Drawer 4/5/2010
149. The Braes O' Yarrow 1/1/2004
150. The Charge At Port Hudson 4/5/2010
151. The Charge Of The Mule Brigade 4/5/2010
152. The Chase 4/5/2010
153. The Cities Of White Men 4/5/2010
154. The Copperheads 4/5/2010
155. The Countersign 4/5/2010
156. The Creeds Of The Bells 4/5/2010
157. The Dying Soldier 4/5/2010
158. The Football Match 1/1/2004
159. The Forsaken Bride 1/1/2004
160. The Ghost Of Goshen 4/5/2010
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 Forsaken Bride

O waly waly up the bank,
And waly waly down the brae,
And waly waly yon burn-side
Where I and my Love wont to gae!
I leant my back unto an aik,
I thought it was a trusty tree;
But first it bow'd, and syne it brak,
Sae my true Love did lichtly me.

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