All Poems
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Call to Arms
© Forough Farrokhzad
Only you, O Iranian woman, have remained
In bonds of wretchedness, misfortune, and cruelty;
If you want these bonds broken,
grasp the skirt of obstinacy
The Angel's Song
© Robert Wadsworth Lowry
Rolling downward, through the midnight,
Comes a glorious burst of heavnly song;
Tis a chorus full of sweetness
And the singers are an angel throng.
Love Of My Love
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O Love of my Love, O blue,
Blue sky that over me bends!
The height and the light are you,
And I the lark that ascends,
Maymie's Story Of Red Riding Hood
© James Whitcomb Riley
Nen her old Dran'ma
She think it _is_ little Red Riding Hood,
An' so she say: "Well, come in nen an' make
You'se'f at home," she says, "'cause I'm down sick
In bed, and got the 'ralgia, so's I can't
Dit up an' let ye in."
Names Upon a Stone: (Inscribed to G. L. Fagan, Esq.)
© Henry Kendall
ACROSS bleak widths of broken sea
A fierce north-easter breaks,
Requiem
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
The Glance
© George Herbert
When first thy sweet and gracious eye
Vouchsaf'd ev'n in the midst of youth and night
Bo-beh-o-bi Sang The Lips
© Velimir Khlebnikov
Bo-beh-o-bi, sang the lips,
Veh-eh-o-mi, sang the glances,
Winter Rose
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
GOD'S benison upon each happy day
Dead now and gone!--its gentle ghost our feet
Doth follow, singing faintly; and how sweet--
Tenderly sweet, as through a luminous mist--
Candy Man
© Roald Dahl
Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew
Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two
The candy man, the candy man can
The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good
False Friends-Like
© William Barnes
When I wer still a bwoy, an' mother's pride,
A bigger bwoy spoke up to me so kind-like,
A Judgment In Heaven
© Francis Thompson
Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with his
splendid eyes;
Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to win to the Father of
Paradise,
Through the conscious and palpitant grasses * of inter-tangled
relucent dyes.
Memory
© Jones Very
Soon the waves so lightly bounding
All forget the tempest blast;
Soon the pines so sadly sounding
Cease to mourn the storm that's past.
St. Valentine's Day
© Edgar Albert Guest
Let loose the sails of love and let them fill
With breezes sweet with tenderness to-day;
Scorn not the praises youthful lovers say;
Romance is old, but it is lovely still.
Not he who shows his love deserves the jeer,
But he who speaks not what she longs to hear.
Limerick: There was an Old Person of Wick
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Wick,
Who said, 'Tick-a-Tick, Tick-a-Tick;
Chickabee, Chickabaw.'
And he said nothing more,
That laconic Old Person of Wick
Integer Vitae
© Thomas Campion
THE man of life upright,
Whose guiltless heart is free
From all dishonest deeds,
Or thought of vanity;
Grandmother Tenterden
© Francis Bret Harte
I mind it was but yesterday:
The sun was dim, the air was chill;
Below the town, below the hill,
The sails of my son's ship did fill,--
My Jacob, who was cast away.
The City Dead-House
© Walt Whitman
BY the City Dead-House, by the gate,
As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor,
