Top 500 Poems


 

# Poet Poem User Rating Comment Count
76. Henry Scott Holland poet Death Is Nothing At All by Henry Scott Holland Rookie
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
8.20 88
77. Vikram Seth poet All You Who Sleep Tonight by Vikram Seth
All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
8.58 80
78. Howard Simon poet ~the Power Of A Tear~ by Howard Simon Gold Star - 19,668 Points
Pounds of pain punctured my progress
Tons of trouble terminated my tranquility
9.34 540
79. Wilfred Owen poet Anthem For Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
7.43 39
80. William Henry Davies poet Leisure by William Henry Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
8.17 47
81. John Keats poet When I Have Fears by John Keats
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
7.22 45
82. Naseer Ahmed Nasir poet Dreams Lost In Water by Naseer Ahmed Nasir Freshman - 777 Points
No distance ever separates
Dreams and desires
8.65 370
83. Muzahidul Reza poet Mediterranean Girl's War Phobia by Muzahidul Reza Gold Star - 117,661 Points
Indoor by technology, outdoor by speedy transport
I travel the world
9.36 1,255
84. Chinedu Dike poet Mandela - The Immortal Icon by Chinedu Dike Gold Star - 114,048 Points
The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - A Colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; A rare gift of Providence.
8.82 1,288
85. Dylan Thomas poet A Child's Christmas In Wales by Dylan Thomas
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. In goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing sea, and out come Mrs. Prothero and the firemen.
6.49 32
86. William Butler Yeats poet He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
9.03 24
87. Walter de la Mare poet The Listeners by Walter de la Mare
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
7.36 38
88. John Milton poet On His Blindness by John Milton
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
6.24 37
89. Elizabeth Bishop poet I Am In Need Of Music by Elizabeth Bishop
I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
7.62 28
90. John McCrae poet In Flanders Field by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
8.69 44
91. yoonoos peerbocus poet A Baby's View Of Abortion by yoonoos peerbocus Gold Star - 10,951 Points
I came as tomorrow
Swaddled in innocence
8.29 369
92. Jack Prelutsky poet Be Glad Your Nose Is On Your Face by Jack Prelutsky
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
8.09 25
93. Ernestine Northover poet Hold You In My Smile by Ernestine Northover Veteran Poet - 1,353 Points
Sweet moment, stay with me,
and pray do not flee so soon,
8.35 108
94. Marge Piercy poet Barbie Doll by Marge Piercy
This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
8.07 34
95. Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) poet ' Emeralds And Black Diamonds... by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) Gold Star - 101,927 Points
Lie down lass, with me, in sage green meadows
Your blouse flouncing open, in the teasing breeze
6.59 197
96. Tupac Shakur poet The Rose That Grew From Concrete by Tupac Shakur Rookie
Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
8.49 41
97. William Butler Yeats poet A Drinking Song by William Butler Yeats
WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
7.44 33
98. Margaret Atwood poet A Sad Child by Margaret Atwood
You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
7.62 41
99. Henry David Thoreau poet Friendship by Henry David Thoreau
I think awhile of Love, and while I think,
Love is to me a world,
7.41 48
100. Walt Whitman poet A Child Said, What Is The Grass? by Walt Whitman
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
hands;
6.67 27
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