Joyce Kilmer

(1886-1918 / New Jersey)

Joyce Kilmer Poems

41. To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself 12/31/2002
42. Delicatessen 12/31/2002
43. Madness 12/31/2002
44. Citizen Of The World 12/31/2002
45. Alarm Clocks 12/31/2002
46. Love's Lantern 12/31/2002
47. A Blue Valentine 12/31/2002
48. As Winds That Blow Against A Star 12/31/2002
49. Ballade Of My Lady's Beauty 1/4/2003
50. Old Poets 12/31/2002
51. Prayer Of A Soldier In France 12/31/2002
52. Stars 12/31/2002
53. The House With Nobody In It 12/31/2002
54. Trees 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Joyce Kilmer


I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Read the full of Trees

Memorial Day

"Dulce et decorum est"

The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
But not of war it sings to-day.
The road is rhythmic with the feet
Of men-at-arms who come to pray.

The roses blossom white and red
On tombs where weary soldiers lie;

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