Poems begining by P
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Patiencehas a quiet Outer
© Emily Dickinson
Patiencehas a quiet Outer
PatienceLook within
Is an Insect's futile forces
Infinitesbetween
Peace
© Alfred Noyes
Give me the pulse of the tide again
And the slow lapse of the leaves,
The rustling gold of a field of grain
And a bird in the nested eaves;
Poetry And Philosophy
© Madison Julius Cawein
Out of the past the dim leaves spoke to me
The thoughts of Pindar with a voice so sweet
Paradise Lost : Book IX.
© John Milton
No more of talk where God or Angel guest
With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd,
Paddle Your Own Canoe
© Sarah Knowles Bolton
Voyager upon life's sea,
To yourself be true,
And whatever your lot may be,
Paddle your own canoe.
Pascal
© Louise-Victorine Choquet Ackermann
Un dernier mot, Pascal ! À ton tour de m'entendre
Pousser aussi ma plainte et mon cri de fureur.
Je vais faire d'horreur frémir ta noble cendre,
Mais du moins j'aurai dit ce que j'ai sur le coeur.
Poet, Lover, Birdwatcher
© Nissim Ezekiel
To force the pace and never to be still
Is not the way of those who study birds
Or women. The best poets wait for words.
The hunt is not an exercise of will
"Pale are the words I build for my delight"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Pale are the words I build for my delight
To house in; pale as the chill mist that holds
An ardent morn. My fire to others' sight
But dimly burns through the frail speech it moulds;
Passion Past
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
WERE I a boy, with a boy's heart-beat
At glimpse of her passing adown the street,
Of a room where she had entered and gone,
Or a page her hand had written on,--
Pigmy seraphsgone astray
© Emily Dickinson
I had rather wear her grace
Than an Earl's distinguished face
I had rather dwell like her
Than be "Duke of Exeter"
Royalty enough for me
To subdue the Bumblebee.
Plainte Eternelle
© Lord Alfred Douglas
The sun sinks down, the tremulous daylight dies.
(Down their long shafts the weary sunbeams glide.)
The white-winged ships drift with the falling tide,
Come back, my love, with pity in your eyes!
Proem To A Voice On The Wind And Other Poems
© Madison Julius Cawein
Oh, for a soul that fulfills
Music like that of a bird!
Thrilling with rapture the hills,
Heedless if any one heard.
Poets
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SOME thunder on the heights of song, their race
Godlike in power, while others at their feet
Are breathing measures scarce less strong and sweet
Than those which peal from out that loftiest place;
Potter
© Pablo Neruda
When I move my hand up
I find in each place a dove
that was seeking me, as
if they had, love, made you of clay
for my own potter's hands.
P. K. In commendation of this worke
© Roger Cotton
If Poets pens deserued prayse,
Whose paynes deserued well:
Much more the mindes, the pens, the men,
Indued with heauenly skill.
PARADOX. That Fruition destroyes Love
© Henry King
Love is our Reasons Paradox, which still
Against the judgment doth maintain the Will:
And governs by such arbitrary laws,
It onely makes the Act our Likings cause:
Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Oh if you read in the papers that she's been seen
A gettin' in an out of some millionare's long custom made limousine
She may fool you with her smile but I can see
That's just her poor hopeless heartless helpless pathetic way of gettin' over me
