Top 100 Poems About: STAR
Top 100 Poems on / about
- carpe diem
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart, read more »John Keats
'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light read more »Edgar Allan Poe
3."Star Light, Star Bright--"
Star, that gives a gracious dole,
What am I to choose?
Oh, will it be a shriven soul,
Or little buckled shoes? read more »Dorothy Parker
4.Under One Small Star
My apologies to chance for calling it necessity.
My apologies to necessity if I'm mistaken, after all.
Please, don't be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due.
May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade. read more »Wislawa Szymborska
5.Go And Catch A Falling Star
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot, read more »John Donne
6.From Sunset To Star Rise
Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot. read more »Christina Georgina Rossetti
7.To The Evening Star
Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed! read more »William Blake
8.Ah, Moon—and Star!
Ah, Moon—and Star!
You are very far— read more »Emily Dickinson
Forty-two years ago (to me if to no one else
The number is of some interest) it was a brilliant starry night
And the westward train was empty and had no corridors
So darting from side to side I could catch the unwonted sight read more »Louis Macneice
10.The Star Splitter
`You know Orion always comes up sideways.
Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,
And rising on his hands, he looks in on me
Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something read more »Robert Frost
All, that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw read more »Robert Browning
When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first
splendor, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang
`Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed!' read more »Rabindranath Tagore