Love poems
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Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight
© Roald Dahl
(In Springfield, Illinois)
It is portentous, and a thing of state
That here at midnight, in our little town
A mourning figure walks, and will not rest,
Near the old court-house pacing up and down.
Poem about People
© Robert Pinsky
The jaunty crop-haired graying
Women in grocery stores,
Their clothes boyish and neat,
New mittens or clean sneakers,
The Ballad Of The Taylor Pup
© Eugene Field
Now lithe and listen, gentles all,
Now lithe ye all and hark
Unto a ballad I shall sing
About Buena Park.
Better or Worse
© Heather McHugh
Daily, the kindergarteners
passed my porch. I loved
their likeness and variety,
their selves in line like little
monosyllables, but huggable—
I wasn't meant
Retroduction to American History
© Allen Tate
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,
The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleep
Collects all weary nothings and lugs away the towers,
The pinnacles of dust that feed the subway.
The Combe
© Edward Thomas
The Combe was ever dark, ancient and dark.
Its mouth is stopped with brambles, thorn, and briar;
Mugging (I)
© Allen Ginsberg
I
Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk—
While the woods were green
© Augusta Davies Webster
WHILE the woods were green,
"Oh I" she sang, "my heart is new,
Leaping, longing, in my breast:
Let him come that loves me true,
Hymn For Christmas Day
© John Byrom
Christians awake, salute the happy morn,
Whereon the saviour of the world was born;
If a Daughter you have
© Richard Brinsley Sheridan
If a daughter you have, she's the plague of your life,
No peace shall you know, tho' you've buried your wife,
At twenty she mocks at the duty you taught her,
O, what a plague is an obstinate daughter.
Tarantulas on the Lifebuoy
© Thomas Lux
For some semitropical reason
when the rains fall
relentlessly they fall
Seals
© Gamaliel Bradford
I deliver a lecture
And pour out my soul,
Its full architecture,
All rounded and whole.
"Here Is The Place Where Loveliness Keeps House"
© Madison Julius Cawein
Here is the place where Loveliness keeps house,
Between the river and the wooded hills,
In the Green Morning, Now, Once More
© Delmore Schwartz
In the green morning, before
Love was destiny,
The sun was king,
And God was famous.
Sonnet LXXX. To The Invisible Moon
© Charlotte Turner Smith
DARK and conceal'd art thou, soft Evening's queen,
And Melancholy's votaries that delight
To watch thee, gliding through the blue serene,
Now vainly seek thee on the brow of night--
The Stringy-Bark Cockatoo
© Anonymous
I'm a broken-hearted miner, who loves his cup to drain,
Which often-times has caused me to lie in frost and rain.
Roaming about the country, looking for some work to do,
I got a job of reaping off a stringy-bark cockatoo.
Michael: A Pastoral Poem
© William Wordsworth
Thus in his Father's sight the Boy grew up:
And now, when he had reached his eighteenth year,
He was his comfort and his daily hope.
