Poems begining by F
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Flossie Cabanis
© Edgar Lee Masters
From Bindle's opera house in the village
To Broadway is a great step.
But I tried to take it, my ambition fired
When sixteen years of age,
Fulfillment
© Madison Julius Cawein
Yes, there are some who may look on these
Essential peoples of the earth and air--
Father Prayer
© Margaret Widdemer
Lord God, Who let Your baby son
Pass earthward where the joys were few
Father Malloy
© Edgar Lee Masters
You are over there, Father Malloy,
Where holy ground is, and the cross marks every grave,
Not here with us on the hill --
Us of wavering faith, and clouded vision
Franklin Jones
© Edgar Lee Masters
If I could have lived another year
I could have finished my flying machine,
And become rich and famous.
Hence it is fitting the workman
Faith Matheny
© Edgar Lee Masters
At first you will know not what they mean,
And you may never know,
And we may never tell you: --
These sudden flashes in your soul,
Fletcher McGee
© Edgar Lee Masters
She took my strength by the minutes,
She took my life by hours,
She drained me like a fevered moon
That saps the spinning world.
From The 'Antigone'
© William Butler Yeats
Overcome - O bitter sweetness,
Inhabitant of the soft cheek of a girl -
The rich man and his affairs,
The fat flocks and the fields' fatness,
Mariners, rough harvesters;
Overcome Gods upon Parnassus;
Francis Turner
© Edgar Lee Masters
I could not run or play
In boyhood.
In manhood I could only sip the cup,
Not drink --
Fiddler Jones
© Edgar Lee Masters
The earth keeps some vibration going
There in your heart, and that is you.
And if the people find you can fiddle,
Why, fiddle you must and for all your life.
Foul Air in My Stuffy Room
© Sukasah Syahdan
foul air in my stuffy room
screech of a stuck window
a lizards dash
Friends
© Arthur Rimbaud
Come, the Wines are off to the seaside,
and the waves by the million!
Look at wild Bitter rolling from the mountain tops!
Let us reach, like good pilgrims, green-pillared Absinthe
Far Away and Long Ago
© Sukasah Syahdan
The young man replied, Youre welcome, Maam, as much! He was no less happy.
Many years later they both grew old. It just happened that life had gone on and they had never met again. In fact, the two would have entirely forgotten the episodehad they not bought a book of poetry by an Indonesian poet and found this story.
From Beyond
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Here there is balm for every tender heart
Wounded by life;
Rest for each one who bore a valiant part
Crushed in the strife.
Flowers And Stars
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Beloved! thourt gazing with thoughtful look
On those flowers of brilliant hue,
First Impressions: Budapest 1992
© Sukasah Syahdan
is many a love-struck couple kissing and hugging with passion by the Margit híd;
