Poems begining by F
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Freakin At The Freakers Ball
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Come on, baby, grease your lips,
Put on your hat, and shake your hips.
And dont forget to bring your ships.
Were goin to the Freakers Ball.
Forgotten Boyhood
© Edgar Albert Guest
He wears a long and solemn face
And drives the children from his place;
Formal Problem
© Vernon Scannell
The poet, in his garden, holds his pen
Like a dart between two fingers and a thumb;
The target is unfortunately blurred;
He does not see as clearly as when young,
Or, rather, doubt and nervousness obtrude:
He dare not risk the unreflecting fling.
Francois Villon
© Eugene Field
If I were Francois Villon and Francois Villon I,
We both would mock the gibbet which the law has lifted high;
_He_ in his meager, shabby home, _I_ in my roaring den--
He with his babes around him, _I_ with my hunted men!
His virtue be his bulwark--my genius should be mine!--
"Go fetch my pen, sweet Margot, and a jorum of your wine!"
From The Garden of Heaven
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
And when the spirit of Hafiz has fled,
Follow his bier with a tribute of sighs;
Though the ocean of sin has closed o'er his head,
He may find a place in God's Paradise.
Femina Contra Mundum
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The sun was black with judgment, and the moon
Blood: but between
I saw a man stand, saying: 'To me at least
The grass is green.
Farmer Whipple--Bachelor
© James Whitcomb Riley
It's a mystery to see me--a man o' fifty-four,
Who's lived a cross old bachelor fer thirty year' and more--
A-lookin' glad and smilin'! And they's none o' you can say
That you can guess the reason why I feel so good to-day!
Freedom And Peace
© George Dyer
When long thick Tempests waste the Plain
And Lightnings cleave an angry Sky,
Sorrow invades each anxious Swain
And trembling Nymphs to shelter fly!
But let the Sun illume the skies,
They hail his beam with grateful eyes.
Fairy Days
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Beside the old hall-fireupon my nurse's knee,
Of happy fairy dayswhat tales were told to me!
I thought the world was onceall peopled with princesses,
And my heart would beat to heartheir loves and their distresses:
And many a quiet night,in slumber sweet and deep,
The pretty fairy peoplewould visit me in sleep.
Fugitive's Triumph
© Anonymous
Go, go, thou that enslav'st me,
Now, now thy power is o'er;
Long, long have I obeyed thee,
I'm not a slave any more;
No, no-oh, no!
I'm a free man ever more!
From House To House
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The first was like a dream through summer heat,
The second like a tedious numbing swoon,
While the half-frozen pulses lagged to beat
Beneath a winter moon.
Florio : A Tale, For Fine Gentleman And Fine Ladies. In Two Parts
© Hannah More
PART I.
Florio, a youth of gay renown,
Frankie's Trade
© Rudyard Kipling
Old Horn to All Atlantic said:
A-hay O! To me O!
"Now where did Frankie learn his trade?
For he ran me down with a three-reef mains'I."
All round the Horn!
First Day Of Winter
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Like the bloom on a grape is the evening air
And a first faint frost the wind has bound.
Yet the fear of his breath avails to scare
The withered leaves on the cold ground.
From "A Rhapsody"
© John Clare
Sweet solitude, what joy to be alone--
In wild, wood-shady dell to stay for hours.
Far-Far-Away
© Alfred Tennyson
What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew
As where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue,
Far-far-away?
Father And Lover.
© Robert Crawford
My father was a god before you came;
Now in another shrine I bow the knee,
E'en as my mother in her own love-dream
Did from her father turn to worship mine.
