Poems begining by M
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Madeira From The Sea
© Sara Teasdale
Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges
Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea;
Softly the dream grows awakening - shimmering white of a city,
Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms.
Morning
© Sara Teasdale
I went out on an April morning
All alone, for my heart was high,
I was a child of the shining meadow,
I was a sister of the sky.
Marenghi
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
II.
A massy tower yet overhangs the town,
A scattered group of ruined dwellings now...
Mother Shake The Cherry-Tree
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Mother shake the cherry-tree,
Susan catch a cherry;
Modern Love
© John Keats
And what is love? It is a doll dressd up
For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;
Mutability ["We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon"]
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed and gleam and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly! yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:—
Medea in Athens
© Augusta Davies Webster
Dimly I recall
some prophecy a god breathed by my mouth.
It could not err. What was it? For I think;-
it told his death¹.
Madmen
© Billy Collins
They say you can jinx a poem
if you talk about it before it is done.
If you let it out too early, they warn,
your poem will fly away,
and this time they are absolutely right.
Mozart's Requiem
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Not so, it is not so!
The warning voice I know,
From other worlds a strange mysterious tone;
A solemn funeral air
It call'd me to prepare,
And my heart answer'd secretly my own!
Master And Man
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Do ye ken hoo to fush for the salmon?
If ye'll listen I'll tell ye.
Modern Love: XLVI
© George Meredith
At last we parley: we so strangely dumb
In such a close communion! It befell
Magna Charta
© Marriott Edgar
I'll tell of the Magna Charter
As were signed at the Barons' command
On Runningmead Island in t' middle of t' Thames
By King John, as were known as "Lack Land."
Mrs. Hill
© Boris Pasternak
I am so young that I am still in love
with Battle Creek, Michigan: decoder rings,
submarines powered by baking soda,
whistles that only dogs can hear. Actually,
not even them. Nobody can hear them.
My Ladye's Eyen
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Poets ther ben in plenteous line yt take ye auncient theme
Of singing to a ladye's eyen whiche maken them to dreme,
And through ye blessed hours of slepe--thilk eyen or browne or blue
Doe soothe ye poet's slumbers deep: by goddiswoundes thaie doe!
My Heart Goes Out
© Stevie Smith
My heart goes out to my Creator in love
Who gave me Death, as end and remedy.
All living creatures come to quiet Death
For him to eat up their activity
And give them nothing, which is what they want although
When they are living they do not think so.
