Anonymous Poems

81. Edom O'Gordon 1/3/2003
82. Phyllida's Love-Call 1/4/2003
83. Clerk Saunders 1/3/2003
84. The Wakening, John Attye's First Book Of Airs 1/4/2003
85. Waly, Waly 1/4/2003
86. The Call 1/4/2003
87. My Friend Judge Not Me 1/3/2003
88. The Now Jerusalem, Song Of Mary The Mother Of Christ (London: E. Allde) 1/4/2003
89. Two Rivers 1/4/2003
90. To Her Sea-Faring Lover 1/4/2003
91. Edom O' Gordon 1/4/2003
92. Fair Helen 1/3/2003
93. Vitipuration Falls 1/4/2003
94. Love Not Me For Comely Grace, John Wilbye's Second Set Of Madrigals 1/4/2003
95. My Lady's Tears, John Dowland's Third And Last Book Of Songs Or Airs 1/4/2003
96. The Creation Of The Moon 1/20/2003
97. Lord Randall 1/3/2003
98. Sighs 1/3/2003
99. Cradle Song 1/4/2003
100. At Liberty I Sit And See 1/3/2003
101. As Ye Came From The Holy Land 1/4/2003
102. A Lyke-Wake Dirge 1/4/2003
103. If All The World Were Paper 1/3/2003
104. The Means To Attain Happy Life 1/4/2003
105. Of A Rose, A Lovely Rose, Of A Rose Is Al Myn Song. 1/4/2003
106. Devotion, Captain Tobias Hume's The First Part Of Airs, &C. 1/4/2003
107. Tears, John Dowland's Third And Last Book Of Songs Or Airs 1/4/2003
108. Since First I Saw Your Face, Thomas Ford's Music Of Sundry Kinds 1/4/2003
109. The Rain 1/3/2003
110. Blow, Northern Wind 1/4/2003
111. Westron Wind, When Wilt Thou Blow? 1/3/2003
112. Edward, Edward 1/4/2003
113. I Don'T Want To Die 1/3/2003
114. Alison 1/4/2003
115. Will He No Come Back Again? 1/3/2003
116. Love Will Find Out The Way 1/4/2003
117. The Time When I First Fell In Love 1/3/2003
118. Sister, Awake!, Thomas Bateson's First Set Of English Madrigals 1/4/2003
119. Complaint Of The Absence Of Her Lover Being Upon The Sea 1/4/2003
120. Sir Patrick Spence 1/3/2003

Comments about Anonymous

  • dustin foster (2/7/2015 9:09:00 AM)

    The prison cell In your mind you sit Your mind consumed by the darkness that creeps at the bottom. You want the normal things In life love,sex,overall blinding happiness. Put you can only see it through the bars rusty cold grimy steel bars.. I sit in my prison cell tears in hands Hands on eyes cowarding in the corner wishing i could be on the other side join society blindly prancing about. Instead im stuck in a hell a prison cell that i caused out of my own bad habbits as a child still a child..sensitive but strong But stubborn Now in my cell i see the cloud of darkness is stretched around my cell an those of my common felons Who lead an everyday life who have depleted an turned into monsters. For some reason i feel an bearing to serve them justice to atone for my own sins or sins i want to commit. But i am not worthy enough for that honor.because that would make me a hypocrite.a felon of my own sins yes but a hypocrite no.honor as a felon is all i have goin for me but it also destroys me if i lose my honor i might as well be shived In my prison cell...

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  • Angelo Mateus (6/13/2013 9:01:00 AM)

    Im making a song out of this... i know its anonymous but... how can i let the author know? lol

  • A Aa (1/12/2012 6:39:00 PM)

    You don't love me over here anymore
    because city lights don't glimmer on my marble floor.

    And every kiss that i gave you, you never went searching for.
    Waiting gently for you to tell me that you want more.

    Your soul still lies empty
    as you think about the past.
    And wishing you had the things,
    you know would never last.
    Why can't you move on and focus on what's ahead,
    you'd rather dread misery, dispair and loss of love instead.

    But i see on you a light,
    shining a ray of hope,
    right now its not much,
    but the tip of a saving rope.
    Soon you'll be pulled near and forget all of your fear,
    as the dawn breaks in you, the Spirit will soon draw near.

    And love will be your new home,
    where your heart can rest and sleep.

    you can bask in the light shown,
    where the living water runs deep.

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 ...

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The Old Cloak

THIS winter's weather it waxeth cold,
   And frost it freezeth on every hill,
And Boreas blows his blast so bold
   That all our cattle are like to spill.
Bell, my wife, she loves no strife;
   She said unto me quietlye,
Rise up, and save cow Crumbock's life!
   Man, put thine old cloak about thee!

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