Poems begining by M

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Moon-Drowned

© James Whitcomb Riley

'Twas the height of the fete when we quitted the riot,
  And quietly stole to the terrace alone,
  Where, pale as the lovers that ever swear by it,
  The moon it

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Maya

© Catherine Pozzi

Je descends les degrés de siècles et de sable
Qui retournent à vous l'instant désespéré
Terre des temples d'or, j'entre dans votre fable
Atlantique adoré.

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My Sad Self

© Allen Ginsberg

To Frank O’Hara


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Ma And The Auto

© Edgar Albert Guest

Before we take an auto ride Pa says to Ma: "My dear,
Now just remember I don't need suggestions from the rear.
If you will just sit still back there and hold in check your fright,
I'll take you where you want to go and get you back all right.
Remember that my hearing's good and also I'm not blind,
And I can drive this car without suggestions from behind."

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Main to piya say naina lada aayi ray

© Amir Khusro

Main to piya say naina lada aayi ray,
Ghar naari kanwari kahay so karay,
Main to piya say naina lada aayi ray.
Sohni suratiya, mohni muratiya,

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Manasseh

© Henry Kendall

Manasseh, lord of Judah, and the son

Of him who, favoured of Jehovah, saw

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My Trust

© John Greenleaf Whittier

A picture memory brings to me
I look across the years and see
Myself beside my mother's knee.

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Mary

© Edgar Bowers

The angel of self-discipline, her guardian
Since she first knew and had to go away
From home that spring to have her child with strangers,
Sustained her, till the vanished boy next door

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Memory of France

© Paul Celan

Together with me recall: the sky of Paris,
that giant autumn crocus...
We went shopping for hearts at the flower girl's booth:
they were blue and they opened up in the water.

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May and the Poets

© James Henry Leigh Hunt

There is May in books forever;
May will part from Spenser never;
May's in Milton, May's in Prior,
May's in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer;

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Morning Poem #59

© Wanda Phipps

forever in bed
waiting for heat
luring black cat
Tristana into trust

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Morning Poem #48

© Wanda Phipps

cold bed
gray day
memories
of "birds of prey"

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Morning Poem #43

© Wanda Phipps

I close my eyes
and there it is
a concrete walkway
leading out of a

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Morning Poem #40

© Wanda Phipps

pink around a
circle of pink
around a shimmer
of found reason

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Morning Poem #39

© Wanda Phipps

if she took off her top
would that embarrass you
would you smile and laugh newvously
would there be

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Morning Poem #6

© Wanda Phipps

groggy voice
hangover head
phone rongs
work call

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Morning Poem #1

© Wanda Phipps

floating gray web pages
step into a crowded vacuum
clouds sweating

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Mt. Lykaion

© Trumbull Stickney

Alone on Lykaion since man hath been

Stand on the height two columns, where at rest

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Maundy Thursday

© Wilfred Owen

Between the brown hands of a server-lad

The silver cross was offered to be kissed.

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My Garden

© Edward Thomas

A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Ferned grot--