Top 500 Poems


 

# Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
151. Rainer Maria Rilke poet A Walk by Rainer Maria Rilke
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
5.94 12
152. Edna St. Vincent Millay poet What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet .. by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
7.90 13
153. 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 12
154. 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 23
155. Marieta Maglas poet Latina Time by Marieta Maglas Gold Star - 6,219 Points
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
9.37 537
156. Robert Louis Stevenson poet Love, What Is Love by Robert Louis Stevenson
LOVE - what is love? A great and aching heart;
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
7.38 37
157. Gwendolyn Brooks poet To Be In Love by Gwendolyn Brooks
To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
8.02 10
158. Dorothy Parker poet A Dream Lies Dead by Dorothy Parker
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
7.46 13
159. Robert Burns poet A Fond Kiss by Robert Burns
A fond kiss, and then we sever;
A farewell, and then forever!
6.87 25
160. Robert Browning poet My Last Duchess by Robert Browning
FERRARA.
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
7.23 18
161. Allen Ginsberg poet A Supermarket In California by Allen Ginsberg
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the
streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
7.30 15
162. Alfred Lord Tennyson poet All Things Will Die by Alfred Lord Tennyson
All Things will Die
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
6.14 15
163. Robert William Service poet A Hero by Robert William Service
Three times I had the lust to kill,
To clutch a throat so young and fair,
6.05 39
164. 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 18
165. Khalil Gibran poet Children by Khalil Gibran
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, 'Speak to us of Children.'
And he said:
6.30 22
166. Lucille Clifton poet Homage To My Hips by Lucille Clifton
these hips are big hips.
they need space to
8.25 28
167. John Donne poet For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he
knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so
6.72 18
168. Charles Baudelaire poet Be Drunk by Charles Baudelaire
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
6.64 12
169. Nikki Giovanni poet Knoxville Tennessee by Nikki Giovanni
I always like summer
Best
6.55 19
170. Elizabeth Barrett Browning poet Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
XLIII
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
7.42 23
171. Sylvia Plath poet Cinderella by Sylvia Plath
The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
8.18 14
172. Carl Sandburg poet Fog by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
7.67 10
173. Thomas Hardy poet A Broken Appointment by Thomas Hardy
You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
6.33 17
174. Hasmukh Amathalal poet Miss ', I Really Miss (101) /500 ### by Hasmukh Amathalal Gold Star - 357,243 Points
I was stepping in to become young
I thought it is nice journey but too long
8.64 417
175. Robert Louis Stevenson poet The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
7.04 25
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