Poems begining by M
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Murder
© Leon Gellert
Upon the threshold, red-eyed Murder stands,
Fresh from his slaughter-house of human meat,
My Darling, We Sat Together
© Heinrich Heine
My darling, we sat together,
We two, in our frail boat;
The night was calm o'er the wide sea
Whereon we were afloat.
March
© Susie Frances Harrison
With outstretched whirring wings of van-dyked jet,
Two crows one day o'er house and pavement pass'd.
Metamorphoses: Book The Seventh
© Ovid
The End of the Seventh Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
© Roald Dahl
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
"I live with my brat in a high-rise flat,
So how in the world would I know."
My Son the Man by Sharon Olds: American Life in Poetry #70 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
As a man I'll never gain the wisdom Sharon Olds expresses in this poem about motherhood, but one of the reasons poetry is essential is that it can take us so far into someone else's experience that we feel it's our own.
My Son the Man
Memorias Del Circo
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Los circos trashumantes,
De lamido perrillo enciclopédico
Y desacreditados elefantes,
Me enseñaron la cómica friolera
Y las magnas tragedias hilarantes.
MacCracken
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
GETTING his pictures, like his supper, cheap,
Far, far away in Belfast by the sea,
Morituri Salutamus: Poem For The 50th Anniversary Of The Class Of 1825 In Bowdoin College
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,
Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.
~OVID, Fastorum, Lib. vi.
My thankfull heart with glorying Tongue
© Anne Bradstreet
My thankfull heart with glorying Tongue
Shall celebrate thy Name,
Memento
© Charles Cros
Les êtres trépignants, amoureux de lutile,
Passent le temps fuyard à des combinaisons
Dactions au porteur, de canaux, de maisons
De commerce, où leur sens séteint ou se mutile.
Mercury And The Elephant
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Or shou'd my Friends Excuses frame,
And beg the Criticks not to blame
(Since from a Female Hand it came)
Defects in Judgment, or in Wit;
They'd but reply - Then has she Writ!
Meditations Upon The Peep Of Day
© John Bunyan
Soft, though it be peep of day, don't know
Whether 'tis night, whether 'tis day or no.
Mary's Dream
© Louisa May Alcott
The moon had climbed the eastern hill
Which rises o'er the sands of Dee,
My Dependence
© Rabindranath Tagore
I like to be dependent, and so for ever
with warmth and care of my mother
my father , to love, kiss and embrace
wear life happily in all their grace.
Miss Blanche Says
© Francis Bret Harte
And you are the poet, and so you want
Something--what is it?--a theme, a fancy?
Moonsong At Morning
© Sylvia Plath
O moon of illusion,
enchanting men
with tinsel vision
along the vein,
