Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

1. The Parting of the Column 6/10/2015
2. Hymn of Breaking Strain 8/26/2015
3. Epitaphs Of The War 1/26/2016
4. The Last Chantey 12/31/2002
5. The Landau 1/3/2003
6. The North Sea Patrol 1/3/2003
7. The Songs Of The Lathes 12/31/2002
8. The Ballad Of Ahmed Shah 3/29/2010
9. The Ballad Of Bolivar 12/31/2002
10. The Song Of The Sons 12/31/2002
11. The Legend Of The Foreign Office 1/3/2003
12. The Lowestoft Boat 1/3/2003
13. The Song Of The Cities 12/31/2002
14. Untitled [you Mustn'T Swim Till You'Re Six Weeks Old] 11/28/2014
15. The Coiner 1/3/2003
16. The Lament Of The Border Cattle Thief 12/31/2002
17. The City Of Brass 3/24/2010
18. The Appeal 3/29/2010
19. The Liner She's A Lady 12/31/2002
20. The Ballad Of Fisher's Boarding-House 12/31/2002
21. The Man Who Could Write 1/3/2003
22. The Bother 1/3/2003
23. The Jacket 12/31/2002
24. The Press 1/3/2003
25. The Ballad Of Minepit Shaw 1/3/2003
26. The Braggart 1/3/2003
27. The Conversion Of Aurelian Mcgoggin 1/3/2003
28. To Thomas Atkins 12/31/2002
29. The Spies' March 12/31/2002
30. The Fall Of Jock Gillespie 1/3/2003
31. The New Knighthood 1/3/2003
32. The Legends Of Evil 1/1/2004
33. The Last Suttee 12/31/2002
34. The Last Ode 1/3/2003
35. 'Tin Fish' 3/3/2015
36. The Dying Chauffeur 1/3/2003
37. The Coastwise Lights 12/31/2002
38. The Long Trail 1/3/2003
39. The Last Lap 1/3/2003
40. The Cure 1/3/2003

Comments about Rudyard Kipling

  • Anthony O’Neill (1/8/2018 8:06:00 AM)

    Just wondering who shapeskear was! Ref one of the more ignorant comments.

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  • Rebecca Bruckner (1/2/2018 5:22:00 PM)

    This is a beautiful and moving poem. I read it out loud and it brings chills at the sheer mastery of Mr. Kipling's words. Words to live by! !

  • Zainab Waseem (12/12/2017 11:19:00 AM)

    I like it

  • Jesking Amu Jesking Amu (12/1/2017 7:09:00 PM)

    i just read Robert's poem; if, all i can say is, one doesn't need a long robe and a cross to be an inspiration and a preacher, because Robert has proven that analogy to be false, he's both an inspiration and a preacher. and maybe even more

  • Timbs Nigga (4/2/2017 7:21:00 PM)

    fuk these kipling niggas just study shapeskeare

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (3/2/2016 1:56:00 PM)

    Rudyard Kipling - Epitaphs of the War (1914-1918)

    '' If any question why we died,
    Tell them, because our fathers lied. ''

  • Lily Dartford Lily Dartford (12/21/2015 8:26:00 AM)

    I remember growing up reading 'The Jungle book', Rikki-tiki-tavi was always my favorite...

  • Walter Crawford Walter Crawford (4/28/2015 7:09:00 PM)

    In my opinion Kipling was a man who had The Common Touch and a wonderful insight to the feelings that make us human.

  • S B (5/5/2014 5:46:00 PM)

    very unique. A ballad of burials is a well written poem of his

  • Geoffrey Taylor (8/27/2013 3:23:00 PM)

    If American schools still taught reading and writing, Kipling would be a good start for the kiddies. But I'll never forget the look on my college writing prof's face when I named my lifetime favorite poet (then; over half a lifetime ago.) He had to massage his stiff upper lip so that the spectacular sneer wouldn't cramp up and set in place.

    But I learned so much from Rudyard Kipling. He was a product of his time, but he kept his inner child alive, thanks to the early abuse of strangers in loco parentis. Some of his work, especially after the deaths of his children, are rending. Life did not treat him as kindly as he treated it, or others.

Best Poem of Rudyard Kipling


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;
If you can think- -and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the ...

Read the full of If

The First Chantey

Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her;
Haling her dumb from the camp, took her and bound her.
Hot rose her tribe on our track ere I had proved her;
Hearing her laugh in the gloom, greatly I loved her.

Swift through the forest we ran; none stood to guard us,
Few were my people and far; then the flood barred us --
Him we call Son of the Sea, sullen and swollen.
Panting we waited the death, stealer and stolen.

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