Anonymous Poems

1. Epilogue To The Padlock 8/11/2015
2. Nerve thy soul with doctrines noble 10/15/2015
3. Sir Gowther 10/27/2015
4. Emare 10/27/2015
5. Sir Degare 10/27/2015
6. Erle of Tolous 10/27/2015
7. Lay le Freine 10/27/2015
8. Although things are not perfect 11/10/2015
9. Red River Valley 11/14/2015
10. The Devil's Nine Questions 11/25/2015
11. The Cruel Mother 11/25/2015
12. I'll Stretch It a Little 2/3/2016
13. The Bridge Builder 2/3/2016
14. I Shall Be Married on Monday Morning 2/16/2016
15. Twelfth Song of Thunder 2/19/2016
16. Moo, Moo, Brown Cow 3/25/2016
17. Little Lessons 3/20/2015
18. Christmas Presents 12/14/2015
19. The Unquiet Grave 7/14/2015
20. The Owl and the Fox 7/20/2016
21. Santa's New Idea 12/14/2015
22. Christmas is Coming 12/14/2015
23. Lend a Hand 2/3/2016
24. I Eat My Peas with Honey 7/22/2015
25. The Nameless Maiden 3/20/2015
26. Sister Without Peer 2/12/2015
27. On A Tired Housewife 3/20/2015
28. The Night After Christmas 12/14/2015
29. There Once Was A Man From Nantucket 2/3/2015
30. Death Of An Innocent 3/21/2015
31. It Takes Courage 1/3/2015
32. It Takes Courage 1/3/2015
33. May In The Green-Wood 1/4/2003
34. The Miracle Of Friendship 12/9/2014
35. The Bonny Earl Of Murray 1/4/2003
36. Phillada Flouts Me 1/4/2003
37. When Flora Had O'Erfret The Firth 1/4/2003
38. Godfrey Gordon 1/3/2003
39. Quia Amore Langueo 1/4/2003
40. The Braes O'Yarrow 1/3/2003

Comments about Anonymous

  • josh hardy (10/30/2018 6:56:00 PM)

    is this the hacker group called anonymous

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  • Carrie Hawk (9/26/2018 11:21:00 PM)

    That was supposedto poetess. Sorry. Couldn'tfind a way to edit once posted.

  • Carrie Hawk (9/26/2018 11:19:00 PM)

    This poem is not anonymously written. Will Allen Drumgoole is the hostess. She was born in Murfreesboro, Tennessee before the Civil War to the town's mayor and his wife. She was a prolific writer. The poem is about her father and a footbridge he built.

  • NotAPoet (9/19/2018 6:50:00 PM)

    I can't dance.
    I hear the rhythm, I tap my feet.
    I feel the music but I am still.
    I am nothing.
    I laugh, I write, I feel nothing.
    I am counterfeit.
    I have not known suffering or loss.
    I have never had less than everything.
    I am happy.
    I am empty.

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  • Mahadevi pillai (6/25/2018 5:48:00 AM)

    Nice poem

  • Anony-Mous (6/24/2018 6:57:00 AM)

    The need to speak, but your lips lock. You can't breathe. Suffocating in your dark dreams, both night and day.
    How to speak again? How to open the lock when the key sunk to the bottom of your ocean of tears.
    In this hurt you stand lonely and ashamed. Ashamed for that what the monster did, while the beast is running free.

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Best Poem of Anonymous

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to ...

Read the full of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Edom O'Gordon

It fell about the Martinmas,
When the wind blew shrill and cauld,
Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,
'We maun draw to a hauld.

'And whatna hauld sall we draw to,
My merry men and me?
We will gae to the house of the Rodes,
To see that fair ladye.'

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