All Poems
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Epistle To J. Lapraik (excerpt)
© Robert Burns
I am nae poet, in a sense,
But just a rhymer like by chance,
An' hae to learning nae pretence;
Yet what the matter?
Whene'er my Muse does on me glance,
I jingle at her.
But For The Tears
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"The World were a place to play in," said the children,
"The playground of the present; all that is have we,
Doughnuts And Cider
© Edgar Albert Guest
LAST night I single handed fought a gang of murderers that came
To get my money or my life, and very nearly did the same;
I struggled with them on a cliff, and over it I toppled two,
I hit another one a biff that dazed him, but I wasn't through,
As fast as one was overpowered another villain forced the fight,
Because four doughnuts I devoured and used a cider wash last night.
Before a Fall
© Geoffrey Grigson
And what was the big room he walked in?
The big room he walked in,
Over the smooth floor,
Under the sky light,
Was his own brain.
A Fragment, Supposed To Be Written Near The Temple, On The Night Before The Murder Of Louis The Sixt
© Mary Darby Robinson
Now Midnight spreads her sable vest
With starry rays light tissued o'er;
Now from the Desart's thistled breast
The chilling dews begin to soar;
The owl shrieks from the tott'ring tow'r,
Dread watch bird of the witching hour!
The Two Bees
© Charles Lamb
But a few words could William say,
And those few could not speak plain,
Yet thought he was a man one day;
Never saw I boy so vain.
A Lady Mourns The Absence Of Her Student Lover
© Confucius
You student, with the collar blue,
Long pines my heart with anxious pain.
Although I do not go to you,
Why from all word do you refrain?
Assumpta Maria
© Francis Thompson
Mortals, that behold a Woman,
Rising 'twixt the Moon and Sun;
Who am I the heavens assume? an
All am I, and I am one.
Kiss It Away
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
There´s a shadow on the sun I see it risin´
Kiss it away, Kiss it away
And there´s hurt down deep inside that I been hidin´
Kiss it away, Kiss it away
Primroses
© Nérée Beauchemin
COMME au printemps de l'autre année,
Au mois des fleurs, après les froids,
Par quelque belle matinée
Nous irons encor sous les bois.
Death
© Madison Julius Cawein
THROUGH some strange sense of sight or touch
I find what all have found before,
The presence I have feared so much,
The unknowns immaterial door.
The Squatter's Man
© Anonymous
Come, all ye lads an' list to me,
That's left your homes an' crossed the sea,
In The Fog
© Giovanni Pascoli
I stared into the valley: it was gone
wholly submerged! A vast flat sea remained,
gray, with no waves, no beaches; all was one.
Love Song
© Charles Godfrey Leland
O VERE mine lofe a sugar-powl,
De fery shmallest loomp
Vouldt shveet de seas, from pole to pole,
Und make de shildren shoomp.
En Tout Cas
© Edith Nesbit
WHEN I am glad I need your eyes
To be the stars of Paradise;
Your lips to be the seal of all
The joy life grants, and dreams recall;
Your hand, to lie my hands between
What time we walk the garden green.
Fifth Sunday After Easter - Rogation Sunday
© John Keble
Now is there solemn pause in earth and heaven;
The Conqueror now
His bonds hath riven,
And Angels wonder why He stays below:
Yet hath not man his lesson learned,
How endless love should be returned.
Vision
© William Dean Howells
WITHIN a poor mans squalid home I stood:
The one bare chamber, where his work-worn wife
