Top 500 Poems
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by Sir Walter Raleigh
EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
I Am Accused Of Tending To The Past
by Lucille Clifton
i am accused of tending to the past
as if i made it,
by Sir Henry Newbolt
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night—
Ten to make and the match to win—
How Pleasant To Know Mr. Lear
by Edward Lear
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear,
Who has written such volumes of stuff.
Between Going And Coming
by Octavio Paz
Between going and staying
the day wavers,
The House With Nobody In It
by Joyce Kilmer
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Birdsong brings relief
to my longing
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.
A Barefoot Boy
by James Whitcomb Riley
A barefoot boy! I mark him at his play --
For May is here once more, and so is he, --
A Familiar Letter
by Oliver Wendell Holmes
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying;
Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?
Be Still, My Soul, Be Still
by Alfred Edward Housman
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
by Leonard Cohen
It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
Name Of Horses
by Donald Hall
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding
and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul
Some Like Poetry
by Wislawa Szymborska
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
A Prayer In Time Of War
by Alfred Noyes
The war will change many things in art and life, and among them, it is to be hoped, many of our own ideas as to what is, and what is not, "intellectual."
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea,
1914 I: Peace
by Rupert Brooke
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
by Sienna Harlequinn
I believe that the sun shines after the rain
I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain
by Anna Akhmatova
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
The Old Flame
by Robert Lowell
My old flame, my wife!
Remember our lists of birds?
Before The Dawn
by Mary Havran
Before dawn wind rushes
driving night’s chill westward
by Sir Walter Scott
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
Little Orphant Annie
by James Whitcomb Riley
To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
I Will Love You Forever
by I Love My Wife Forever
I love you so deeply,
I love you so much,
A City's Death By Fire
by Derek Walcott
After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky,
I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's death by fire;
by Wallace Stevens
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late