Top 500 Poems


 

# Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
376. Algernon Charles Swinburne poet A Ballad Of Dreamland by Algernon Charles Swinburne
I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;
6.18 12
377. Clive Staples Lewis poet 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.
7.43 9
378. Sienna Harlequinn poet I Believe by Sienna Harlequinn Rookie
I believe that the sun shines after the rain
I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain
8.87 37
379. John McCrae poet Anarchy by John McCrae
I saw a city filled with lust and shame,
Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light;
6.67 23
380. Allen Ginsberg poet Five A.M. by Allen Ginsberg
Elan that lifts me above the clouds
into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
6.69 6
381. William Cullen Bryant poet Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant
To him who in the love of nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
6.89 5
382. Seamus Heaney poet Mid-Term Break by Seamus Heaney Rookie
I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
7.63 8
383. Jonathan Swift poet A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed by Jonathan Swift
Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane,
For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain;
6.20 18
384. Sir Thomas Wyatt poet Is It Possible by Sir Thomas Wyatt
Is it possible
That so high debate,
6.80 27
385. Vikram Seth poet Round And Round by Vikram Seth
After a long and wretched flight
That stretched from daylight into night,
6.47 9
386. Sharon Olds poet 1954 by Sharon Olds
Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt
he had put on her face. And her training bra
7.34 8
387. Jack Gilbert poet Rain by Jack Gilbert
Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
6.49 10
388. Robert Lowell poet The Old Flame by Robert Lowell
My old flame, my wife!
Remember our lists of birds?
6.04 18
389. Octavio Paz poet As One Listens To The Rain by Octavio Paz
Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
7.36 11
390. Jack Kerouac poet Haiku (The Taste...) by Jack Kerouac
The taste
of rain
—Why kneel?
7.24 19
391. Seamus Heaney poet Digging by Seamus Heaney Rookie
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
7.64 13
392. Frank O'Hara poet 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
7.20 10
393. Charles Baudelaire poet Anywhere Out Of The World by Charles Baudelaire
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to
suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.
5.88 4
394. Christopher Marlowe poet Hero And Leander by Christopher Marlowe
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is over-rul'd by fate.
6.79 13
395. Seamus Heaney poet Blackberry-Picking by Seamus Heaney Rookie
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
7.44 11
396. Sir Walter Scott poet Answer by Sir Walter Scott
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
4.99 25
397. Lawrence Ferlinghetti poet Constantly Risking Absurdity by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Constantly risking absurdity
and death
7.74 6
398. Thomas Moore poet Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms by Thomas Moore
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
6.81 13
399. Shel Silverstein poet A Boy Named Sue by Shel Silverstein
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
6.45 11
400. Octavio Paz poet Between Going And Coming by Octavio Paz
Between going and staying
the day wavers,
7.55 10
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