All Poems
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I Think Of You...
© Nazim Hikmet
I think of you
and I feel the scent of my mother
my mother, the most beautiful of all.
An Epitaph On The Late Lord Mount--Cashel.
© Mary Barber
Children are snatch'd away sometimes,
To punish Parents for their Crimes.
Thy Mother's Merit was so great,
Heav'n hasten'd thy untimely Fate,
The Old-Timer
© Arthur Chapman
He showed up in the springtime, when the geese began to honk;
He signed up with the outfit, and we fattened up his bronk;
His chaps were old and tattered, but he never seemed to mind,
Cause for worryin and frettin he had never been designed;
Hes the type of cattle-puncher that has vanished now, of course,
With his hundred-dollar saddle on his twenty-dollar horse.
Hark! The Vesper Hymn is Stealing
© Thomas Moore
HARK! the vesper hymn is stealing
O'er the waters soft and clear;
An Emerald Is As Green As Grass
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
An emerald is as green as grass;
A ruby red as blood;
Billy's Alphabetical Animal Show
© James Whitcomb Riley
A was an elegant Ape
Who tied up his ears with red tape,
And wore a long veil
Half revealing his tail
Which was trimmed with jet bugles and crape.
Distance
© Archibald Lampman
To the distance! Ah, the distance!
Blue and broad and dim!
Peace is not in burgh or meadow,
But beyond the rim.
A Rose Will Fade
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
You were always a dreamer, Rose - red Rose,
As you swung on your perfumed spray,
Swinging, and all the world was true,
Swaying, what did it trouble you?
A rose will fade in a day.
Sweethearts Wait on Every Shore
© Henry Lawson
SHE SITS beside the tinted tide,
Thats reddened by the tortured sand;
And through the East, to ocean wide,
A vessel sails from sight of land.
Sonnet XXXII. To Melancholy
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written on the banks of the Arun, Oct. 1785.
WHEN latest Autumn spreads her evening veil,
And the grey mists from these dim waves arise,
I love to listen to the hollow sighs,
On Ink
© Jonathan Swift
I am jet black, as you may see,
The son of pitch and gloomy night:
Yet all that know me will agree,
I'm dead except I live in light.
"I am no mystic. All the ways of God"
© Lesbia Harford
I am no mystic. All the ways of God
Are dark to me.
I know not if he lived or if he died
In agony.
A Womans Sonnets: III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Where is the pride for which I once was blamed,
My vanity which held its head so high?
Who would believe them, seeing me thus tamed,
Thus subject, here as at thy feet I lie,
Mother's Kisses
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Baby was playing and down he fell, down he fell, down he fell,
Mama will kiss him and make him well,
Oh! what a miracle this is!
Baby was running and stubbed his toe, stubbed his toe, stubbed his toe,
If mama will kiss him the pain will go-
Magical mother's kisses.
Fertile Lands and Mammoth Cheese
© James McIntyre
In barren district you may meet
Small fertile spot doth grow fine wheat,
There you may find the choicest fruits,
And great, round, smooth and solid roots.
Through the Dark Sodas Education
© Emily Dickinson
Through the Dark Sodas Education
The Lily passes sure
Feels her white footno trepidation
Her faithno fear
Lettice
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
I said to Lettice, our sister Lettice,
While drooped and glistened her eyelash brown,
"Your man's a poor man, a cold and dour man,
There's many a better about our town."
Sonnet : To Eva
© Sylvia Plath
All right, let's say you could take a skull and break it
The way you'd crack a clock; you'd crush the bone
Between steel palms of inclination, take it,
Observing the wreck of metal and rare stone.
