Poems begining by L
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Love
© Alma Frances McCollum
The world is glorified; they sing and sound
A quivering key-note of such ecstasy,
The keen vibrations throb till there is found
A soul companion of rare harmony.
If lightly breathed it ends in one brief round;
If deeply drawn it chords eternally.
Long Years Have Past Since Last I Stood
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
LONG years have past since last I stood
Alone amid this mountain scene,
Unlike the future which I dreamed,
How like my future it has been!
Luna Lake Haiku
© Adrian Green
New moon on the lake.
Your voice and the nightingale
serenade springtime.
Full moon on the lake.
Love's Messengers.
© Robert Crawford
He came from her, and though rough and uncouth,
It seemed her tenderness breathed out of him
As he re-worded her sweet sentences.
Even as a stony place, clothed with sweet flowers,
Lines. "Upon the altar of my life there lies"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Upon the altar of my life there lies
A costly offering: its price I know;
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Apulia
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Apulia,
Whose conduct was very peculiar
He fed twenty sons,
Upon nothing but buns,
That whimsical Man of Apulia.
Locked Doors
© Anne Sexton
I would like to unlock that door,
turn the rusty key
and hold each fallen one in my arms
but I cannot, I cannot.
I can only sit here on earth
at my place at the table.
Lessons In Hunger
© Anne Sexton
"Do you like me?"
I asked the blue blazer.
No answer.
Silence bounced out of his books.
Love #1.
© Robert Crawford
E'en her own eyes tell Beauty she is fair;
And Love need know no language save his own
In any clime to read the heart's desire;
The Titicacan and Caucasian's his
Little Lucy Landman
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Oh, the day has set me dreaming
In a strange, half solemn way
Love Letter Written In A Burning Building
© Anne Sexton
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,
full of white shirts and salad greens,
the icebox knocking at our delectable knocks,
and I wore movies in my eyes,
Lullaby
© Anne Sexton
It is a summer evening.
The yellow moths sag
against the locked screens
and the faded curtains
Live
© Anne Sexton
Live or die, but don't poison everything...Well, death's been here
for a long time --
it has a hell of a lot
to do with hell
Love Is Home
© George MacDonald
Love is the part, and love is the whole;
Love is the robe, and love is the pall;
Ruler of heart and brain and soul,
Love is the lord and the slave of all!
I thank thee, Love, that thou lov'st me;
I thank thee more that I love thee.
Lovers Parted
© Lesbia Harford
Old memories waken old desires
Infallibly. While we're alive
With eye or ear or sense at all,
Sometimes, must love revive.
Light Hearted Author
© William Carlos Williams
And coldly the birch leaves are opening one by one.
Coldly I observe them and wait for the end.
And it ends.
Light Hearted William
© William Carlos Williams
Into the room he drew
his head again and laughed
to himself quietly
twirling his green moustaches.
Limerick
© Dylan Thomas
There was an old bugger called God,
who got a young virgin in pod.
This disgraceful behaviour
begot Christ our Saviour,
who was nailed to a cross, poor old sod.
Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus
© William Carlos Williams
According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring
