Poems begining by P
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Postman Cheval
© André Breton
We are the birds always charmed by you from the top of these belvederes
And that each night form a blossoming branch between your shoulders and the arms of your well beloved wheelbarrow
Polyhymnia
© George Peele
Therefore, when thirtie two were come and gone,
Years of her raigne, daies of her countries peace,
Elizabeth great Empresse of the world,
Britanias Atlas, Star of Englands globe,
Persia Burning
© Roland Robinson
I kill time at ACME SMASH REPAIRS,
wait for the beaten out, re-ducoed job,
Piccolo Valzer Viennese
© Federico Garcia Lorca
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze,
una spalla dove piange la morte
e un bosco di colombe disseccate.
C'e' un frammento del mattino
nel museo della brina.
C'è un salone con mille vetrate.
Pippa Passes: Part II: Noon
© Robert Browning
You by me,
And I by you; this is your hand in mine,
And side by side we sit: all's true. Thank God!
I have spoken: speak you!
Porcelain Pavilion
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Amidst the waters of a man-made lake,
A porcelain pavilion rises high.
The way to it is lead by jasper bridge
Thats cambered like a tigers back.
Point Of View
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless
Christmas dinner's dark and blue
When you stop and try to see it
From the turkey's point of view.
Peach Blossom Spring
© Wang Wei
A fisherman floated on, enjoying Spring.
The shores, he found, were covered in Peach Blossom.
Parody
© George Canning
For one long term, or e'er her trial came,
Here Brownrigg linger'd. Often have these cells
Poem - II
© Henry Treece
Death walks through the mind's dark woods,
Beautiful as aconite,
A lily-flower in his pale hand
And eyes like moonstones burning bright.
Pagan
© Madison Julius Cawein
The gods, who could loose and bind
In the long ago,
The gods, who were stern and kind
To men below,
Where shall we seek and find,
Or, finding, know?
Processional
© Madison Julius Cawein
Universes are the pages
Of that book whose words are ages;
Of that book which destiny
Opens in eternity.
Pos de chantar
© Duke of Aquintane Guilluame IX
Pos de chantar m'es pres talentz,
Farai un vers don sui dolenz:
Mais non serai obedienz,
En Peitau ni en Lemozi. Translation:
Pompeii
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
A Poem Which Obtained the Chancellor's Medal at the Cambridge Commencement, July 1819.
Oh! land to Memory and to Freedom dear,
Pillared Arch And Sculptured Tower
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Pillared arch and sculptured tower
Of Ilium have had their hour;
Peter Bell The Third
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Is it a party in a parlour,
Crammed just as they on earth were crammed,
Some sipping punch-some sipping tea;
But, as you by their faces see,
All silent, and all-damned!
Peter Bell, by W. Wordsworth.
