All Poems
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With Eternity Standing By
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How shall I bid you good--bye,
Dear, without tears?
Only once in the years,
The idle vanishing years,
Asphalt
© Conrad Aiken
Light your cigarette, then, in this shadow,
And talk to her, your arm engaged with hers.
Heavily over your heads the eaten maple
In the dead air of August strains and stirs.
To Delaware
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THRICE welcome to thy sisters of the East,
To the strong tillers of a rugged home,
With spray-wet locks to Northern winds released,
And hardy feet o'erswept by ocean's foam;
Summer Dreams
© Edgar Albert Guest
Drowsy old summer, with nothing to do,
I'd like to be drowsin' an' dreamin' with you;
Santa Paula by Lee McCarthy: American Life in Poetry #148 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
I've written about the pleasures of poetry that offers us vivid scenes but which lets us draw our own conclusions about the implications of what we're being shown. The poet can steer us a little by the selection of details, but a lot of the effect of the poem is in what is not said, in what we deduce. Lee McCarthy is a California poet, and here is something seen from across the street, something quite ordinary yet packed with life.
My Eyes Pour Out Tears
© Bulleh Shah
He left me, and himself he departed;
What fault was there in me ?
Ugliest Man In Town
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Handsome guys get girls that are pretty
Other guys make it cause they're clever and witty
But the only love I ever got I got out of pity cause I'm the ugliest man in town
Yeah I drive down the street in a Roys Rolls car
Magna Est Veritas [great is the truth]
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Here, in this little Bay,
Full of tumultuous life and great repose,
The American Rebellion
© Rudyard Kipling
The snow lies thick on Valley Forge,
The ice on the Delaware,
But the poor dead soldiers of King George
They neither know nor care
Limerick: There was a Young Lady whose nose
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady whose nose,
Was so long that it reached to her toes;
So she hired an Old Lady,
Whose conduct was steady,
To carry that wonderful nose.
The Prodigal
© Peter McArthur
LAST night the boy came back to me again,
The laughing boy, all-credulous of good
The Black Charger
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There's a terrible steed that rests not night nor day,
But onward and onward, for ever away,
Alice And The White Knight
© Lewis Carroll
Alice was walking beside the White Knight in Looking Glass Land.
"You are sad." the Knight said in an anxious tone: "let me sing you a song to comfort you."
The Garden Seat
© Thomas Hardy
Its former green is blue and thin,
And its once firm legs sink in and in;
Soon it will break down unaware,
Soon it will break down unaware.
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - January
© George MacDonald
1.
LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,
The Second Hymn; being a Dialogue between Three Shepherds
© Jeremy Taylor
Chorus.
O what a gracious God have we!
How good? how great? Even as our misery.
Sonnets of the Empire: Australia to England
© Archibald Thomas Strong
By all the deeds to Thy dear glory done,
By all the life blood spilt to serve Thy need,
The Last Word
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Before the April night was late
A rider came to the castle gate;
A rider breathing human breath,
But the words he spoke were the words of Death.
