Top 500 Poems
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by Sylvia Plath
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
In The Summer
by Nizar Qabbani
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
A Dead Boche
by Robert Graves
To you who'd read my songs of War
And only hear of blood and fame,
Why I Am Not A Painter
by Frank O'Hara
I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
Disillusionment Of Ten O'Clock
by Wallace Stevens
The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
The Hound Of Heaven
by Francis Thompson
I fled Him down the nights and down the days
I fled Him down the arches of the years
by Robert Southey
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The Ship was still as she could be;
by Charles Kingsley
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
by Vernon Scannell
My son aged three fell in the nettle bed.
'Bed' seemed a curious name for those green spears,
by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
What's friendship? The hangover's faction,
The gratis talk of outrage,
Over The Rainbow
by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
The morning rays of the Sun cling
On the upper bow of the Rainbow
America The Beautiful
by Katharine Lee Bates
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
The Owl And The Pussy-Cat
by Edward Lear
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
by Marianne Moore
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all
by John McCrae
I saw a city filled with lust and shame,
Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light;
I Speak Not
by Bharati Nayak
I speak not
As I feel
All Dreams Not Come True ###309(In 500)
by Hasmukh Amathalal
All dreams may not come true
All credits due may not accrue
My Dream: A Vision Of Peace
by ToddMichael St. Pierre
Where the mountains touch the sky,
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly,
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.
Casey At The Bat
by Ernest Lawrence Thayer
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
Does It Matter?
by Siegfried Sassoon
Does it matter? -losing your legs?
For people will always be kind,
As The Ruin Falls
by Clive Staples Lewis
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
by Brian Patten
When I think of her sparkling face
And of her body that rocked this way and that,
by Naomi Shihab Nye
If you place a fern
under a stone
by Charles Baudelaire
Always be drunk.