Poems begining by L
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Love And Loss
© Madison Julius Cawein
Loss molds our lives in many ways,
And fills our souls with guesses;
Upon our hearts sad hands it lays
Like some grave priest that blesses.
Lies About Love
© David Herbert Lawrence
We are a liars, because
the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow,
whereas letters are fixed,
and we live by the letter of truth.
Lost At Sea
© Robert Fuller Murray
Lost at sea, with all on board!
No one saw their sinking sail,
No one heard their dying wail,
Heard them calling on the Lord
Lost at sea, with all on board.
Landscape
© Dorothy Parker
Now this must be the sweetest place
From here to heaven's end;
The field is white and flowering lace,
The birches leap and bend,
Laus Mariae
© Sidney Lanier
Across the brook of Time man leaping goes
On stepping-stones of epochs, that uprise
Fixed, memorable, midst broad shallow flows
Of neutrals, kill-times, sleeps, indifferencies.
Laughter In The Senate
© Sidney Lanier
In the South lies a lonesome, hungry Land;
He huddles his rags with a cripple's hand;
He mutters, prone on the barren sand,
What time his heart is breaking.
Little Major
© Henry Clay Work
Crying "Oh! for love of Jesus,
Grant me but this little boon!
Can you, friend, refuse me water?
Can you, when I die so soon?"
Love And Solitude
© John Clare
I hate the very noise of troublous man
Who did and does me all the harm he can.
London, 1802
© William Wordsworth
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
L. e. l.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
'Whose heart was breaking for a little love.'
Downstairs I laugh, I sport and jest with all;
Like the Touch of Rain
© Edward Thomas
Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by surprise:
Lights Out
© Edward Thomas
I have come to the borders of sleep,
The unfathomable deep
Forest where all must lose
Their way, however straight,
Or winding, soon or late;
They cannot choose.
Lament Of An Icarus
© Charles Baudelaire
Lovers of whores dont care,
happy, calm and replete:
But my arms are incomplete,
grasping the empty air.
Learn To Take Things Easily
© Harry Graham
To these few words, it seems to me,
A wealth of sound instruction clings;
O Learn to Take things easily --
Espeshly Other People's Things;
And Time will make your fingers deft
At what is know as Petty Theft.
Livros e Flores
© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
Teus olhos são meus livros.
Que livro há aí melhor,
Em que melhor se leia
A página do amor?
Lucius Atherton
© Edgar Lee Masters
When my moustache curled,
And my hair was black,
And I wore tight trousers
And a diamond stud,
Lois Spears
© Edgar Lee Masters
Here lies the body of Lois Spears,
Born Lois Fluke, daughter of Willard Fluke,
Wife of Cyrus Spears,
Mother of Myrtle and Virgil Spears,
London Types: Beef-Eater
© William Ernest Henley
His beat lies knee-high through a dust of story-
A dust of terror and torture, grief and crime;
Le Roy Goldman
© Edgar Lee Masters
"What will you do when you come to die,
If all your life long you have rejected Jesus,
And know as you lie there, He is not your friend?"
Over and over I said, I, the revivalist.
