Love poems
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Preveza
© Kostas Karyotakis
Death is the bullies bashing
against the black walls and roof tiling,
death is the women being loved
in the course of onion peeling.
Tant ai mo cor
© Bernard de Ventadorn
Mas fals lauzengier engres
m'an lunhat de so pais
que tals s'en fai esdevis
qu'eu cuidera qu'ens celes
si.ns saubes ams d'un coratge.
No Children!
© Edgar Albert Guest
No children in the house to play-
It must be hard to live that way!
Sonnet 65: Love By Sure Proof
© Sir Philip Sidney
Love by sure proof I may call thee unkind,
That giv'st no better ear to my just cries:
Thou whom to me such my good turns should bind,
As I may well recount, but none can prize:
Grandpa's Christmas
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In his great cushioned chair by the fender
An old man sits dreaming to-night,
Those Who Sit
© Arthur Rimbaud
These old men have always been one flesh with their seats,
feeling bright suns drying their skins to the texture of calico,
or else, looking at the window-panes
where the snow is turning grey,
shivering with the painful shiver of the toad.
The Goal.
© Arthur Henry Adams
ON the grey levels of the plain of life
When, slowly swirled,
The moving hills of morning mist
Hedged in the world
The Orchard Lands Of Long Ago
© James Whitcomb Riley
The orchard lands of Long Ago!
O drowsy winds, awake, and blow
I Would Not Be A King
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I would not be a king--enough
Of woe it is to love;
The path to power is steep and rough,
And tempests reign above.
In Country Sleep
© Dylan Thomas
Night and the reindeer on the clouds above the haycocks
And the wings of the great roc ribboned for the fair!
The leaping saga of prayer! And high, there, on the hare-
Heeled winds the rooks
Cawing from their black bethels soaring, the holy books
Of birds! Among the cocks like fire the red fox
Katrina's Sun-Dial
© Henry Van Dyke
Hours fly,
Flowers die:
New days,
New ways:
Pass by!
Love stays.
Lachlan Side
© Henry Lawson
REGION of damper and junk and tea,
Region of pastures wide!
The fairest spots in the world to me
Are out on the Lachlan Side.
Stanzas. -- April, 1814
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon,
Rapid clouds have drank the last pale beam of even:
Away! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon,
And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven.
The Bankers Secret
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
The reader paused,--the Teacups knew his ways,--
He, like the rest, was not averse to praise.
Voices and hands united; every one
Joined in approval: "Number Three, well done!"
Sea-Shore Musings
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
How oft Ive longed to gaze on thee,
Thou proud and mighty deep!
Ricordi
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Of a tower, of a tower, white
In the warm Italian night,
Of a tower that shines and springs
I dream, and of our delight.
Im So Good That I Dont Have To Brag
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Now I'm warnin' all you women don't stand too close to me cause you might catch fire
Now you're talkin' to a man in a whole other kind of bag
From the Forests
© Henry Kendall
Where in a green, moist, myrtle dell
The torrent voice rings strong
And clear, above a star-bright well,
I write this woodland song.
To The Memory Of Father Prout
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
In deep dejection, but with affection,
I often think of those pleasant times,
In the days of Fraser, ere I touched a razor,
How I read and revell'd in thy racy rhymes;
