Top 500 Poems


 

# Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
226. Robert Browning poet Life In A Love by Robert Browning
Escape me?
Never---
6.39 25
227. Gerard Manley Hopkins poet Heaven-Haven by Gerard Manley Hopkins
I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
5.81 21
228. Marieta Maglas poet Your Words Of Love by Marieta Maglas Gold Star - 6,350 Points
I have seemingly missed your words of love,
Those words that were written in the sand
9.65 234
229. John Newton poet Amazing Grace by John Newton
Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)
That sav'd a wretch like me!
7.44 20
230. Edna St. Vincent Millay poet Conscientious Objector by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I shall die, but
that is all that I shall do for Death.
5.47 11
231. Rudyard Kipling poet A Child's Garden by Rudyard Kipling
R. L. Stevenson
Now there is nothing wrong with me
6.11 25
232. Carl Sandburg poet Arithmetic by Carl Sandburg
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your
    head.
5.99 10
233. Henry David Thoreau poet Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell by Henry David Thoreau
Indeed indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
7.16 24
234. Brian Patten poet 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,
8.97 18
235. Richard Wilbur poet Boy At The Window by Richard Wilbur
Seeing the snowman standing all alone
In dusk and cold is more than he can bear.
7.71 24
236. Anne Bradstreet poet To My Dear And Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
6.98 21
237. Alfred Noyes poet Daddy Fell Into The Pond. by Alfred Noyes
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
6.43 12
238. Linda Pastan poet To A Daughter Leaving Home by Linda Pastan
When I taught you
at eight to ride
7.51 22
239. Oscar Wilde poet Flower Of Love by Oscar Wilde
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common
clay
6.90 14
240. Sharon Olds poet The Unborn by Sharon Olds
Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads,
Like gnats around a streetlight in summer,
7.61 29
241. Oscar Wilde poet A Vision by Oscar Wilde
Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone
With no green weight of laurels round his head,
5.77 21
242. William Stafford poet Traveling Through The Dark by William Stafford
Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
8.39 14
243. Adrian Henri poet Love Is... by Adrian Henri
Love is...
Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
6.75 24
244. Geoffrey Chaucer poet Rondel Of Merciless Beauty by Geoffrey Chaucer
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
7.17 28
245. Alfred Edward Housman poet To An Athlete Dying Young by Alfred Edward Housman
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
7.67 16
246. John Masefield poet Cargoes by John Masefield
QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
7.75 15
247. Omar Khayyam poet The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam by Omar Khayyam
<i>Translated into English in 1859 by Edward FitzGerald</i>
I.
7.56 6
248. Alfred Edward Housman poet Here Dead We Lie by Alfred Edward Housman
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
6.54 22
249. Anne Sexton poet After Auschwitz by Anne Sexton
Anger,
as black as a hook,
7.13 15
250. Ella Wheeler Wilcox poet "It Might Have Been" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
We will be what we could be. Do not say,
"It might have been, had not this, or that, or this."
5.82 9
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