Poems begining by P

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Pau-Puk-Keewis

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,
He, the handsome Yenadizze,
Whom the people called the Storm-Fool,
Vexed the village with disturbance;

Picture-Writing

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In those days said Hiawatha,
"Lo! how all things fade and perish!
From the memory of the old men
Pass away the great traditions,

Prelude

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Pleasant it was, when woods were green,
And winds were soft and low,
To lie amid some sylvan scene.
Where, the long drooping boughs between,
Shadows dark and sunlight sheen
Alternate come and go;

Peaceful Ground

© Robert M. Hensel

Cool Morning spit on bladed grass.
A Thousand silky fingers tickling toes.
The strong scent of natures freshly cut hair.
Mans spiritual stamping groung toward inner
peace.

Peace Of Mind

© Robert M. Hensel

Carry me out the ocean, where
my drifting thoughts flow free.
Guide them to a far distant land,
that only the mind can see.

Poem On His Birthday

© Dylan Thomas

In the mustardseed sun,
By full tilt river and switchback sea
Where the cormorants scud,
In his house on stilts high among beaks

Poem In October

© Dylan Thomas

It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
Priested shore

Potions

© Yusef Komunyakaa

The old woman made mint
Candy for the children
Who'd bolt through her front door,
Silhouettes of the great blue

Prisoners

© Yusef Komunyakaa

Usually at the helipad
I see them stumble-dance
across the hot asphalt
with crokersacks over their heads,

Pursuing you in your transitions,

© Emily Dickinson

Pursuing you in your transitions,
In other Motes --
Of other Myths
Your requisition be.
The Prism never held the Hues,
It only heard them play --

Promise This -- When You be Dying --

© Emily Dickinson

Promise This -- When You be Dying --
Some shall summon Me --
Mine belong Your latest Sighing --
Mine -- to Belt Your Eye --

Presentiment -- is that long Shadow -- on the Lawn --

© Emily Dickinson

Presentiment -- is that long Shadow -- on the Lawn --
Indicatives that Suns go down --

Precious to Me -- She still shall be --

© Emily Dickinson

Precious to Me -- She still shall be --
Though She forget the name I bear --
The fashion of the Gown I wear --
The very Color of My Hair --

Power is a familiar growth --

© Emily Dickinson

Power is a familiar growth --
Not foreign -- not to be --
Beside us like a bland Abyss
In every company --

Portraits are to daily faces

Portraits are to daily faces
As an Evening West,
To a fine, pedantic sunshine --
In a satin Vest!

Pink -- small -- and punctual --

Pink -- small -- and punctual --
Aromatic -- low --
Covert -- in April --
Candid -- in May --

Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray

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.

Peril as a Possesssion

Peril as a Possesssion
'Tis Good to hear
Danger disintegrates Satiety
There's Basis there --

Perhaps you think me stooping

Perhaps you think me stooping
I'm not ashamed of that
Christ -- stooped until He touched the Grave --
Do those at Sacrament

Perhaps they do not go so far

Perhaps they do not go so far
As we who stay, suppose --
Perhaps come closer, for the lapse
Of their corporeal clothes --