Poems begining by L
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Lion In An Iron Cage
© Nazim Hikmet
The shadow of my brother on the wall of the dungeon
moves
up and down
up and down.
Lee
© Stephen Vincent Benet
The army was asleep as armies sleep.
War lying on a casual sheaf peace
For a brief moment, and yet with armor on,
And yet in the cild's deep sleep, and yet so still.
Even the sentries seemed to walk their posts
With a ghost footfall that could match that night.
Love Poem To My Husband Of Thirty-one Years
© Maria Mazziotti Gillan
I watch you walk up our front path,
the entire right side of your body,
stiff and unbending, your leg,
dragging on the ground,
Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens
© Jack Prelutsky
Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
Limerick: There was an Old Man on some rocks,
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man on some rocks,
Who shut his wife up in a box;
When she said, 'Let me out!'
He exclaimed, 'Without doubt,
You will pass all your life in that box.'
Late Leaves
© Walter Savage Landor
THE leaves are falling; so am I;
The few late flowers have moisture in the eye;
So have I too.
Scarcely on any bough is heard
Joyous, or even unjoyous, bird
The whole wood through.
Love And Thought
© James Russell Lowell
What hath Love with Thought to do?
Still at variance are the two.
Love is sudden, Love is rash,
Love is like the levin flash,
Comes as swift, as swiftly goes,
And his mark as surely knows.
Lately our poets
© Walter Savage Landor
Lately our poets loiter'd in green lanes,
Content to catch the ballads of the plains;
I fancied I had strength enough to climb
A loftier station at no distant time,
L'amour Et La Mort
© Louise-Victorine Choquet Ackermann
Regardez-les passer, ces couples éphémères !
Dans les bras l'un de l'autre enlacés un moment,
Tous, avant de mêler à jamais leurs poussières,
Font le même serment :
Love's Blindness
© Alfred Austin
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I
Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth,
No life, no light, no hopefulness, no mirth,
Pleasure nor purpose, when thou art not nigh.
Leda
© Hilda Doolittle
Where the slow river
meets the tide,
a red swan lifts red wings
and darker beak,
Lines To A Lady, on Hearing Her Sing
© Joseph Rodman Drake
Yes! heaven protect thee, thou gem of the ocean;
Dear land of my sires, though distant thy shores;
Ere my heart cease to love thee, its latest emotion,
The last dying throbs of its pulse must be o'er.
LI SPIRITI III (Ghosts 3)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Tu conoschi la moje de Fichetto:
Bè, lei giura e spergiura ch'er zu' nonno,
Stanno una notte tra la vej'e 'r zonno,
Se sentì ffà un zospiro accapalletto.
Lines Written For Insertion In A Collection Of Handwritings And Signatures Made By Miss Patty
© William Cowper
In vain to live from age to age
While modern bards endeavour,
I write my name in Patty's page,
And gain my point for ever.
Lullaby
© Louisa May Alcott
Now the day is done,
Now the shepherd sun
Drives his white flocks from the sky;
Now the flowers rest
On their mother's breast,
Hushed by her low lullaby.
Lily-Bell and Thistledown Song II
© Louisa May Alcott
Through sunlight and summer air
I have sought for thee long,
Guided by birds and flowers,
And now by thy song.
Light Lover
© Aline Murray Kilmer
WHY don't you go back to the sea, my dear?
I am not one who would hold you;
Like This
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
