Poems begining by F
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Family Court
© Ogden Nash
One would be in less danger
From the wiles of a stranger
If one's own kin and kith
Were more fun to be with.
Five Letters To My Mother
© Nizar Qabbani
Good morning sweetheart.
Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart.
Fragment
© Christopher Marlowe
I WALK'D along a stream, for pureness rare,
Brighter than sun-shine; for it did acquaint
The dullest sight with all the glorious prey
That in the pebble-paved channel lay.
For K. J., Leaving and Coming Back
© Marilyn Hacker
August First: it was a year ago
we drove down from St.-Guilhem-le-Désert
to open the house in St. Guiraud
For the Bed at Kelmscott
© William Morris
The wind's on the wold
And the night is a-cold,
And Thames runs chill
'Twixt mead and hill.
Flora
© William Morris
I am the handmaid of the earth,
I broider fair her glorious gown,
And deck her on her days of mirth
With many a garland of renown.
Fame Is A Food That Dead Men Eat
© Henry Austin Dobson
Fame is a food that dead men eat,-
I have no stomach for such meat.
In little light and narrow room,
They eat it in the silent tomb,
With no kind voice of comrade near
To bid the banquet be of cheer.
Fire and Sleet and Candlelight
© Elinor Wylie
For this you've striven
Daring, to fail:
Your sky is riven
Like a tearing veil.
From Shadow
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Now the November skies,
And the clouds that are thin and gray,
That drop with the wind away;
A flood of sunlight rolls,
Farewell
© Katharine Tynan
Not soon shall I forget--a sheet
Of golden water, cold and sweet,
The young moon with her head in veils
Of silver, and the nightingales.
Forgiveness
© George MacDonald
God gives his child upon his slate a sum-
To find eternity in hours and years;
With both sides covered, back the child doth come,
His dim eyes swollen with shed and unshed tears;
God smiles, wipes clean the upper side and nether,
And says, "Now, dear, we'll do the sum together!"
From The Japanese: In Visions Of The Evening (1913)
© John Gould Fletcher
I
I only live in the light:
Let there be light for me,
Or let the night come soon!
Faun
© Sylvia Plath
Haunched like a faun, he hooed
From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost
Until all owls in the twigged forest
Flapped black to look and brood
On the call this man made.
Forget-Me-Not
© William Topaz McGonagall
A gallant knight and his betroth'd bride,
Were walking one day by a river side,
They talk'd of love, and they talk'd of war,
And how very foolish lovers are.
Farewell Address at the Argyle Hall
© William Topaz McGonagall
Fellow Citizens of Dundee.
I now must bid farewell to ye.
For I am going to London far away.
But when I will return again I cannot say.
For My Daughter
© David Ignatow
When I die
choose a star and name it
after me so that I may shine
down on you, until you join
me in darkness and silence
together.
Florentine Pilgrim
© Robert William Service
"I'll do the old dump in a day,"
He told me in his brittle way.
"Two more, I guess, I'll give to Rome
Before I hit the trail for home;
But while I'm there I kindo' hope
To have an audience with the Pope."
Florrie
© Robert William Service
Because I was a wonton wild
And welcomed many a lover,
Who is the father of my child
I wish I could discover.
