All Poems
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'Ein' Feste Burg Ist Unser Gott' - Luther's Hymn
© John Greenleaf Whittier
We wait beneath the furnace-blast
The pangs of transformation;
The College Widow
© George Ade
When I was but a Freshman and that was long ago
I saw her first, but did not learn her name.
She was at a lecture, I believe, in the first or second row,
And the Junior with her seemed to be her flame.
The Shadow
© Madison Julius Cawein
A SHADOW glided down the way
Where sunset groped among the trees,
And all the woodland bower, asway
With trouble of the evening breeze.
By The Quay
© Roderic Quinn
I KNEW a ship in the magical time
Of painted toy and nursery rhyme
That quested the world with sails unfurled,
And fluttered her flag in every clime.
The Piano Tuners Wife
© Karl Shapiro
And in conclusion,
When there is no more audible dissent,
He plays his comprehensive keyboard song,
The loud proud paradigm,
The one work of art without content.
The Burnt-Out Spa
© Sylvia Plath
A monster of wood and rusty teeth.
Fire smelted his eyes to lumps
Of pale blue vitreous stuff, opaque
As resin drops oozed from pine bark.
Ashly Mere
© Madison Julius Cawein
Come! look in the shadowy water here,
The stagnant water of Ashly Mere:
The Vaudois
© William Wordsworth
BUT whence came they who for the Saviour Lord
Have long borne witness as the Scriptures teach?--
Fragments - Lines 0429 - 0438
© Theognis of Megara
To beget and rear a man is easier than to put good sense
Inside him. No one yet has ever contrived a way
Vegematic
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Well, the doorbell rang all mornin',
All through the afternoon,
And I shook with fright as it rang all night
By the light of the Mastercard moon.
There was Federal Express in the pantry,
When, Dearest, I But Think On Thee
© Owen Felltham
When, dearest, I but think on thee,
Methinks all things that lovely be
Are present, and my soul delighted:
For beauties that from worth arise
Are like the grace of deities,
Still present with us, though unsighted.
"Child Sun"
© Lesbia Harford
Child Sun
Why will you play Peep Bo
Now in, now out
The workroom window so?
The Russ at Kara
© William Watson
O King of kings, that watching from Thy throne
Sufferest the monster of Ust-Kara's hold,
In Due Observance Of An Ancient Rite
© William Wordsworth
IN due observance of an ancient rite,
The rude Biscayans, when their children lie
Carrie Monro
© Julia A Moore
Once there was a lady fair,
With black eyes and curly hair,
She has left this world of care,
Sweet Carrie Monro.
The Lay Missioner
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Had I a wish-'twere this, that heaven would make
My heart as strong to imitate as love,
For The Briar-Rose
© William Morris
The fateful slumber floats and flows
About the tangle of the rose;
But lo! the fated hand and heart
To rend the slumberous curse apart!
Limerick: There was an Old Person of Buda
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Buda,
Whose conduct grew ruder and ruder;
Till at last, with a hammer,
They silenced his clamour,
By smashing that Person of Buda.
