Top 500 Poems


 

# Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
126. Paul Laurence Dunbar poet Life's Tragedy by Paul Laurence Dunbar
It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
7.49 27
127. Alfred Lord Tennyson poet Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
7.07 23
128. Marieta Maglas poet Latina Time by Marieta Maglas Gold Star - 5,652 Points
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
9.37 537
129. Dylan Thomas poet Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
7.93 22
130. Theodore Roethke poet My Papa's Waltz by Theodore Roethke
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
7.70 24
131. Thomas Hardy poet "I Said To Love" by Thomas Hardy
I said to Love,
"It is not now as in old days
6.14 25
132. Li Po poet Alone And Drinking Under The Moon by Li Po
Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
6.50 38
133. John McCrae poet In Flanders Field by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
8.69 33
134. Hasmukh Amathalal poet Miss ', I Really Miss (101) /500 ### by Hasmukh Amathalal Gold Star - 287,365 Points
I was stepping in to become young
I thought it is nice journey but too long
8.68 417
135. Charlotte Brontë poet Life by Charlotte Brontë
LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
7.37 32
136. Ogden Nash poet Always Marry An April Girl by Ogden Nash
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
7.74 21
137. Margaret Atwood poet The Moment by Margaret Atwood
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
8.22 9
138. Stevie Smith poet Not Waving But Drowning by Stevie Smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
8.31 21
139. Percy Bysshe Shelley poet Good-Night by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
6.96 25
140. Elizabeth Barrett Browning poet Sonnet 14 - If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
XIV
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
6.95 24
141. Elizabeth Bishop poet The Fish by Elizabeth Bishop
I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
7.03 12
142. Christopher Marlowe poet The Passionate Shepherd To His Love by Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
6.46 40
143. Jack Prelutsky poet As Soon As Fred Gets Out Of Bed by Jack Prelutsky
As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
7.69 11
144. Khalil Gibran poet On Pain by Khalil Gibran
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.
8.11 13
145. Robert William Service poet A Grain Of Sand by Robert William Service
If starry space no limit knows
And sun succeeds to sun,
6.57 29
146. Rabindranath Tagore poet Clouds And Waves by Rabindranath Tagore
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
6.88 32
147. Rabindranath Tagore poet A Moments Indulgence by Rabindranath Tagore
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
6.83 24
148. Oscar Wilde poet Her Voice by Oscar Wilde
THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
6.85 31
149. Patrick Kavanagh poet On Raglan Road by Patrick Kavanagh
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
7.38 17
150. Carl Sandburg poet Fog by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
7.67 10
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