Life poems
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The Voice
© Henri de Regnier
I do not wish anyone to be near my sadness
Not even your dear step and your loved face,
Nor your indolent hand which caresses with a finger
The lazy ribbon and the closed book.
The Bush Fire
© William Henry Ogilvie
The Sun has signed his nightly armistice,
Drawn a dark cloud across his crimson breast,
And gone to war with other lands than this,
Lowering his splendid banners from the west.
Down the world's edge the summer lightnings play,
Their broadswords flashing o'er departed day.
Flowers, Dear Flowers, Farewell!
© Louisa May Alcott
"We are sending you, dear flowers,
Forth alone to die,
In Exile
© Emma Lazarus
Twilight is here, soft breezes bow the grass,
Day's sounds of various toil break slowly off,
The Woman
© Harriet Monroe
Go sleep, my sweetierestrest!
Oh soft little hand on mother's breast!
Oh soft little lipsthe din's mos' gone-
Over and done, my dearie one!
Leigh Hunt
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
DESPITE misfortune, poverty, the dearth
Of simplest justice to his heart and brain,
This gracious optimist lived not in vain;
Rather, he made a partial Heaven of Earth;
Where Forlorn Sunsets Flare And Fade
© William Ernest Henley
Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade
On desolate sea and lonely sand,
The Water-Witch
© Alice Guerin Crist
The little creek went winding down
Twixt whispering reeds and small blue flowers,
Singing a pleasant summer song
Of holidays and playtime hours.
The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86)
© William Shakespeare
NOTE: A sub-group within the Fair Youth sonnets,
the Rival Poet sonnets are poems in which
the speaker is railing against the young man
for paying undue attention to another poet.
I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet
© Charles Bukowski
I had just won $115 from the headshakers and
was naked upon my bed
The Battle-Field
© William Cullen Bryant
Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands,
Were trampled by a hurrying crowd,
And fiery hearts and armed hands
Encountered in the battle cloud.
To S. F. S.
© George MacDonald
They say that lonely sorrows do not chance:
More gently, I think, sorrows together go;
Neil Snow
© Edgar Albert Guest
The whistle sounds! The game is o'er!
We pay our tribute now with tears
Instead of smiling eyes and cheers.
Neil Snow has crossed the line once more.
All The World's Ruled By A Dragon
© Fyodor Sologub
All the world's ruled by the Dragon -
Fiery, mad, wicked, perverse.
Let me praise him with a humble,
Daring and ironic curse:
F. W. C.
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FAST as the rolling seasons bring
The hour of fate to those we love,
Solomon on the Vanity of the World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Knowledge. Book I.
© Matthew Prior
But, O! ere yet original man was made,
Ere the foundations of this earth were laid,
It was opponent to our search ordain'd,
That joy still sought should never be attain'd:
This sad experience cites me to reveal,
And what I dictate is from what I feel.
How much do you know, o humankind (with original German)
© Franz Grillparzer
How much do you know, o humankind, the king of all of god's creation,
You, who can see what is visible and measure what is measurable.
How much it is that you know! and yet, oh, how little,
Because what appears, is only the outer aspects,
Conclusion Of A Letter To The Rev. Mr. C---.
© Mary Barber
'Tis Time to conclude; for I make it a Rule,
To leave off all Writing, when Con. comes from School.
He dislikes what I've written, and says, I had better
To send what he calls a poetical Letter.
