Poems begining by O
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Old Black Joe
© Stephen C. Foster
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,
On a Theme by Thomas Merton
© Denise Levertov
"Adam, where are you?"
God's hands
palpate darkness, the void
that is Adam's inattention,
his confused attention to everything,
impassioned by multiplicity, his despair.
On the Mystery of the Incarnation
© Denise Levertov
It's when we face for a moment
the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know
the taint in our own selves, that awe
cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart:
Of The Nature Of Things: Book I - Part 05 - Character Of The Atoms
© Lucretius
So primal germs have solid singleness
Nor otherwise could they have been conserved
Through aeons and infinity of time
For the replenishment of wasted worlds.
On Mistress Nicely, a Pattern for Housekeepers
© Thomas Hood
There walketh she with keys quite silver bright,
In perfect hose and shoes of seemly black,
Apron and stomacher of lily white,
And decent order follows in her track:
The burnished plate grows lustrous in her sight,
And polished floors and tables shine her back.
Ode: How Sleep the Brave
© William Taylor Collins
How sleep the brave who sink to rest
By all their countrys wishes blest!
On A Nankin Plate
© Henry Austin Dobson
"Ah, me, but it might have been!
Was there ever so dismal a fate?" -
Quoth the little blue mandarin.
One Hour Ater The Dance Of Death
© Franz Werfel
I lay in the abyss, where twisting squeezing
The lowest form of life pushed itself peristaltically.
Where slippery and slimy worm and eel entwined,
I was a worm myself, overwhelmed with exhaustion.
O Singer in Brown
© Dame Mary Gilmore
O, singer in brown!
O, bird o' th' morn!
O, heart of delight
In th' deep o' th' thorn!
Of The Dangers Attending Altruism On The High Seas.
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Observe these Pirates bold and gay,
That sail a gory sea:
Notice their bright expression:--
The handsome one is me.
One-word garments
© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
Waves of circumflexes
storms of adverbs,
windmills of verbs,
shells of signs of ellipsis,
Ode To Sleep
© Thomas Warton
On this my pensive pillow, gentle Sleep!
Descend, in all thy downy plumage drest:
Wipe with thy wing these eyes that wake to weep,
And place thy crown of poppies on my breast.
Our Limitations
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Eternal Truth! beyond our hopes and fears
Sweep the vast orbits of thy myriad spheres!
From age to age, while History carves sublime
On her waste rock the flaming curves of time,
How the wild swayings of our planet show
That worlds unseen surround the world we know.
O Wind, Why Do You Never Rest
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
O wind, why do you never rest
Wandering, whistling to and fro,
Bringing rain out of the west,
From the dim north bringing snow?
Orphans Of Flanders
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Where is the land that fathered, nourished, poured
The sap of a strong race into your veins,
Land of wide tilth, of farms and granaries stored,
Of old towers chiming over peaceful plains?
