Li Po

(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

Li Po Poems

41. Song Of The Jade Cup 12/31/2002
42. Ballads Of Four Seasons: Spring 4/8/2010
43. For Meng Hao-Jan 1/13/2003
44. Through The Yangzi Gorges 12/31/2002
45. Summer In The Mountains 12/31/2002
46. The Old Dust 12/31/2002
47. Going Up Yoyang Tower 12/31/2002
48. To Tu Fu From Shantung 12/31/2002
49. Looking For A Monk And Not Finding Him 12/31/2002
50. Song Of The Forge 12/31/2002
51. To His Two Children 12/31/2002
52. Leaving White King City 12/31/2002
53. Under The Moon 12/31/2002
54. On Dragon Hill 12/31/2002
55. A Song Of An Autumn Midnight 4/8/2010
56. The Cold Clear Spring At Nanyang 12/31/2002
57. Parting At A Wine-Shop In Nan-King 12/31/2002
58. Marble Stairs Grievance 12/31/2002
59. To Tan-Ch'Iu 12/31/2002
60. His Dream Of The Skyland 12/31/2002
61. On A Picture Screen 12/31/2002
62. Visiting A Taoist On Tiatien Mountain 12/31/2002
63. Good Old Moon 12/31/2002
64. Three—with The Moon And His Shadow 12/31/2002
65. Farewell To Secretary Shu-Yun At The Hsieh Tiao Villa In Hsuan-Chou 12/31/2002
66. Waterfall At Lu-Shan 12/31/2002
67. Gazing At The Cascade On Lu Mountain 12/31/2002
68. Nefarious War 12/31/2002
69. Taking Leave Of A Friend 12/31/2002
70. Mountain Drinking Song 12/31/2002
71. Moon Over Mountain Pass 12/31/2002
72. Drinking Alone In The Moonlight 4/8/2010
73. Self-Abandonment 12/31/2002
74. Hard Is The Journey 12/31/2002
75. Confessional 12/31/2002
76. Farewell To Meng Hao-Jan 1/1/2004
77. Ch'Ing P'Ing Tiao 12/31/2002
78. Drinking With Someone In The Mountains 12/31/2002
79. Climbing West Of Lotus Flower Peak 12/31/2002
80. Thoughts In A Tranquil Night 12/31/2002

Comments about Li Po

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (6/11/2016 2:53:00 PM)

    Li Bai (Li Po) and Du Tu (Tu Fu) are the most loved Chinese poets.
    They are as important in Chinese literary history as Shakespeare is to people in Britain,
    Drunkenness didn't have negative connotations for an 8th Century poet - it was the route to divine inspiration. Li Bai and Du Fu were both heavy drinkers, even though in other ways their lives were very different.
    Li Bai was a huge celebrity, showered with honours because of his genius. Du Fu, on the other hand, had a quite harsh life...

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (6/9/2016 12:57:00 PM)

    Li Po's poetry shows a generous free-spirit, celebrating unorthodox perceptions of life.
    With Tu Fu (Du Fu) he is the most esteemed representative of Daoist (Taoist) poetry [Taoism, or Daoism, is a spiritual path that emphasises the importance of living in natural harmony with the Tao (= the underlying consciousness of the universe - a cosmic unity underlying all phenomena) ].

  • famous boy (12/19/2014 5:31:00 PM)

    All i did was being nice and lovely It all started on a sunny day At school beautiful compound Were taboo was meant because of love A senior girl failed in love with a junior boy Unbelievable to other senior students Jealousy on the other junior students Have you ever tasted this. Feeling before? In a school lodge it has been in the ears of all birds Greatest story ever told Love birds enjoying thier relationship Gossip were meant in their names Their ears folds gossips,and the relationships grows bigger More jealousy and surprises embarks audiens the first love to both, they don,t know the love rules They play it like your first day on purzle Watering the love flower all together Standing together,watching it grow in a gazing squence Loves like you first day in suduku game No agurment, no quarel ,no misunderstanding Always trying to get it,s point of wickness Gossiper and news caster always troubling the ear, Finally in the school lodge Lover gave up there virginity to each other Not knowing it,s predicament and sacrifice It was the best night for them Blood everywere Finding out they gave up their virginity for both they promised each other love till enternity Always being the the top of In the school Gave them power and courage to survive Thirms ends, and holiday emarged Both crying bitterly, For they have no meens of incommunicado Waving to each other,please be alive till the school resumes No one enjoying the holiday Because their hapiness were not together The holiday was like a widow waiting for his husband to be burried Until the holiday came to an end,,, Boy was hurried back to school At the first day of school Busy looking for his happines Was all he did,,friend finds it so difficult to play with him Because his minds runs for were she could be Like a man waiting for the arrival of his wife to be in the church, he has no rest of mind Troubling and fighting his mind on hw to run to her To welcome her,, till the day fades away still no signs of her for five days made d him a dull boy Lesson in the class was,nt for his listening As her always troubles his mind over her wearabout Teacher and students were also on a suspence of her wearabout On a beautiful sunny sunday,, a news came to them That the girl died on a motor acident on her way back for her holiday The school lost it treasure the boy lost his happiness The teachers lost their hope They students lost a friend What a lost!!!!! All i did was being nice and lovely

  • famous boy (12/19/2014 5:28:00 PM)

    Please i am a poet, how can i post my poems to the site

  • Paul Sebastian Paul Sebastian (3/31/2014 8:07:00 AM)

    Beautifully capsuled!

  • Swaqqer Baller (11/1/2011 9:23:00 AM)

    first comment in like 6 years, swaggg

  • Uriah Hamilton (7/12/2005 7:20:00 AM)

    King of poets, King of drinkers!
    Lover of the soft moonlight
    Reflecting off the midnight water!

  • Kiiza Moses (4/20/2005 9:15:00 AM)

    I dearly love Li Po.He was indeed a Great Poet.His poems like 'To Wang Lun' are superbly written and very emotional.I love you dearly, Oh Li po!

Best Poem of Li Po

Alone And Drinking Under The Moon

Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
the three of us; then I sigh
for the moon cannot drink,
and my shadow goes emptily along
with me never saying a word;
with no other friends here, I can
but use these two for company;
in the time of happiness, I
too must be happy with all
around me; I sit and sing
and it is as if the moon
accompanies me; then if I
dance, it is my shadow that
dances along with me; ...

Read the full of Alone And Drinking Under The Moon

The Old Dust

The living is a passing traveler;
The dead, a man come home.
One brief journey betwixt heaven and earth,
Then, alas! we are the same old dust of ten thousand ages.
The rabbit in the moon pounds the medicine in vain;
Fu-sang, the tree of immortality, has crumbled to kindling wood.
Man dies, his white bones are dumb without a word
When the green pines feel the coming of the spring.
Looking back, I sigh; looking before, I sigh again.

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