Poems begining by O
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Onions
© William Matthews
How easily happiness begins by
dicing onions. A lump of sweet butter
slithers and swirls across the floor
of the sauté pan, especially if its
errant path crosses a tiny slick
of olive oil. Then a tumble of onions.
On The Margins Of A Poem
© Jirí Mordechai Langer
The poem
that I chose for you
is simple,
as are all my singing poems.
On Ye Plott Against King William
© Thomas Parnell
Rome when she could King Pyrrhus Life have bought
She scornd a triumph So ignobly gott,
On The Victory Obtained By Blake Over the Spaniards, In The Bay Of Scanctacruze, In The Island Of teneriff.1657
© Andrew Marvell
Now does Spains Fleet her spatious wings unfold,
Leaves the new World and hastens for the old:
But though the wind was fair, the slowly swoome
Frayted with acted Guilt, and Guilt to come:
On A Gentlewoman's Watch That Wanted A Key
© William Strode
Thou pretty heav'n whose great and lesser spheares
With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares
On Mr. Milton's Paradise Lost
© Andrew Marvell
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold,
In slender Book his vast Design unfold,
Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree,
Rebelling Angels, the Forbidden Tree,
On A Handful Of French Money
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
These coins that jostle on my hand do own
No single image: each name here and date
On A Connubial Rupture In High Life
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I sigh, fair injured stranger! for thy fate;
But what shall sighs avail thee? Thy poor heart,
'Mid all the 'pomp and circumstance' of state,
Shivers in nakedness. Unbidden, start
On A Drop Of Dew
© Andrew Marvell
See how the Orient Dew,
Shed from the Bosom of the Morn
Into the blowing Roses,
Yet careless of its Mansion new;
On Happienesse
© Thomas Chatterton
MAIE Selynesse on erthes boundes bee hadde?
Maie yt adyghte yn human shape bee founde?
On My Wedding-Day
© George Gordon Byron
Here's a happy new year! but with reason
I beg you'll permit me to say
Wish me many returns of the season,
But as few as you please of the dy.
On C. Dicey, Esq., In Claybrook Church, Leicestershire.
© Hannah More
O Thou, or friend or stranger, who shalt tread
These solemn mansions of the silent dead!
One Who Loved Nature
© Madison Julius Cawein
He was most gentle, good, and wise;
A simpler heart earth never saw:
His soul looked softly from his eyes,
And in his speech were love and awe.
Ode Written in Spring
© John Logan
No longer hoary winter reigns,
No longer binds the streams in chains,
Old Poets
© Joyce Kilmer
(For Robert Cortez Holliday)If I should live in a forest
And sleep underneath a tree,
No grove of impudent saplings
Would make a home for me.
On Rabbi Kook's Street
© Yehuda Amichai
There are smells of baking from inside the shanty,
there's a shop where they distribute Bibles free,
free, free. More than one prophet
has left this tangle of lanes
while everything topples above him and he becomes someone else.
Ode to Autumn
© Thomas Hood
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Of Three Or Four In The Room
© Yehuda Amichai
Out of three or four in the room
One is always standing at the window.
Forced to see the injustice amongst the thorns,
The fires on the hills.
