Top 500 Poems
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Maker Of Heaven And Earth (All Things Bright And Beautiful)
by Cecil Frances Alexander
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
by Ezra Pound
I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman -
I have detested you long enough.
by Rainer Maria Rilke
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
Love And Lust
by Jazib Kamalvi
Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
by Edwin Muir
Barely a twelvemonth after
The seven days war that put the world to sleep,
And Nothing Is Ever As You Want It To Be
by Brian Patten
You lose your love for her and then
It is her who is lost,
Your Words Of Love
by Marieta Maglas
I have seemingly missed your words of love,
Those words that were written in the sand
I Am Your Baby, Mum
by Dr. Antony Theodore
I am your baby Mum.
I did not come on my own Mum.
by Sarojini Naidu
Lightly, O lightly we bear her along,
She sways like a flower in the wind of our song;
In A Station Of The Metro
by Ezra Pound
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough.
On Being Brought From Africa To America
by Phillis Wheatley
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
by Nikki Giovanni
one is always
Boy At The Window
by Richard Wilbur
Seeing the snowman standing all alone
In dusk and cold is more than he can bear.
Love Love Love
by Michael Shepherd
Oh it's so easy to say -
'Give what you think you lack -
Life In A Love
by Robert Browning
Amidst The Flowers A Jug Of Wine
by Li Po
Amidst the flowers a jug of wine,
I pour alone lacking companionship.
by Simon Armitage
And if it snowed and snow covered the drive
he took a spade and tossed it to one side.
To A Daughter Leaving Home
by Linda Pastan
When I taught you
at eight to ride
by Derek Walcott
Broad sun-stoned beaches.
by Matthew Arnold
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
by Dorothea Mackeller
The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
IN SEVEN PARTS
Facile credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visibiles in rerum
by Oscar Wilde
Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone
With no green weight of laurels round his head,
by Sharon Olds
Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads,
Like gnats around a streetlight in summer,
Haiku (Birds Singing...)
by Jack Kerouac
in the dark