Poems begining by D
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Derision
© James Baker
Your need to look at the sky
For answers that don't
Deserve a question
Is a familiar joke.
Don Juan: Canto The Fifth
© George Gordon Byron
When amatory poets sing their loves
In liquid lines mellifluously bland,
Discretion
© Edith Nesbit
AH, turn your pretty eyes away!
You would not have me love again?
Love's pleasure does not live a day,
Immortal is Love's pain,
And I am tired of pain.
Days Of Our Years
© John Frederick Nims
Its brief and bright, dear children; bright and brief.
Delights the lightning; the long thunders grief.
Dreading
© Edgar Albert Guest
SOMETIMES when they are tucked in bed the gentle mother comes to me
And talks about each curly head, and wonders what they're going to be.
She tells about the fun they've had while I was toiling far away,
Recalls the bright things that the lad and little girl have had to say.
Each morning is a pleasure new, and gladness overflows the cup,
And then she says: "What will we do, what will we do when they're grown up?"
Dentist Dan
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Nentis Nan, he's my man,
I go do im each chanz I gan.
He sicks me down an creans my teed
Wid mabel syrub, tick an' sweed,
Die spinnerak-rokkie
© Eugene Marais
'n Feetjie het vir haar
uit spinnerak 'n doek vergaar;
'n rokkie wit as heuningwas
het sy toe aanmekaargelas.
Discredited
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Three million women without mates
In lonely homes on earth!
And Cupid sighs at heaven's gates,
Where many a spirit ego waits
Its call again to birth.
Departure
© John Hall Wheelock
The twilight is starred,
The dawn has arisen;
Light breaks from the east
And Song from her prison.
Dedication To The Edition Of 1876 To H.J.A.
© Alfred Austin
Three graces still attend me, since the day
Your step across my graceless threshold came:
Dear Hands
© James Whitcomb Riley
The touches of her hands are like the fall
Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of down
The peach just brushes 'gainst the garden wall;
The flossy fondlings of the thistle-wisp
Caught in the crinkle of a leaf of brown
The blighting frost hath turned from green to crisp.
Dreaming In The Trenches
© William Gordon McCabe
I picture her there in the quaint old room,
Where the fading fire-light starts and falls,
Alone in the twilight's tender gloom
With the shadows that dance on the dim-lit walls.
Donald
© Henry Abbey
I too shall go and hide my face close in the dust from thee,
Unless with light and tide thou bring my Donald back to me.
I too shall go and hide my face close in the dust from thee,
Unless with light and tide thou bring my Donald back to me.
Don Juan: Canto The Second
© George Gordon Byron
Oh ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations,
Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain,
Discovery
© Madison Julius Cawein
What is it now that I shall seek
Where woods dip downward, in the hills?-
A mossy nook, a ferny creek,
And May among the daffodils.
Dawn
© Frederick George Scott
The immortal spirit hath no bars
To circumscribe its dwelling place;
My soul hath pastured with the stars
Upon the meadow-lands of space.
Daniel. A Sacred Drama
© Hannah More
Persons of the Drama.
Darius, King of Media and Babylon.
Pharnaces, Courtier, Enemy to Daniel.
Soranus, dido.
Araspes, A Young Median Lord, Friend and Convert to Daniel
Daniel.
Dust
© Carl Sandburg
Here is dust remembers it was a rose
one time and lay in a woman's hair.
Here is dust remembers it was a woman
one time and in her hair lay a rose.
Oh things one time dust, what else now is it
you dream and remember of old days?
