Poems begining by P
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Pigtail
© Tadeusz Rozewicz
When all the women in the transport
had their heads shaved
four workmen with brooms made of birch twigs
swept up
and gathered up the hair
Psalm 9
© Mahmoud Darwish
O rose beyond the reach of time and of the senses
O kiss enveloped in the scarves of all the winds
surprise me with one dream
that my madness will recoil from you
Passport
© Mahmoud Darwish
They did not recognize me in the shadows
That suck away my color in this Passport
And to them my wound was an exhibit
For a tourist Who loves to collect photographs
Psalm Three
© Mahmoud Darwish
On the day when my words
were earth...
I was a friend to stalks of wheat.
Poem For Maya
© Carolyn Forche
Dipping our bread in oil tins
we talked of morning peeling
open our rooms to a moment
of almonds, olives and wind
Palm
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Interior of the hand. Sole that has come to walk
only on feelings. That faces upward
and in its mirror
receives heavenly roads, which travel
Piano Practice
© Rainer Maria Rilke
The summer hums. The afternoon fatigues;
she breathed her crisp white dress distractedly
and put into it that sharply etched etude
her impatience for a reality
proud of his scientific attitude... (13)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
proud of his scientific attitudeand liked the prince of wales wife wants to die
but the doctors won't let her comman considers frood
whom he pronounces young mistaken and
cradles in rubbery one somewhat hand
Picasso... (XXIII)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
Picasso
you give us Things
which
bulge:grunting lungs pumped full of sharp thick mind
Poem, Or Beauty Hurts Mr. Vinal
© Edward Estlin Cummings
take it from me kiddo
believe me
my country, 'tis of
pity this busy monster,manunkind... (XIV)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
plays with the bigness of his littleness
-electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange;lenses extend
Primitive
© Sharon Olds
I have heard about the civilized,
the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational. But you and I are
savages. You come in with a bag,
hold it out to me in silence.
Pinup
© Billy Collins
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense
that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup
drawings on the wall above a bench of tools.
Your ears are ringing with the sound of
Picnic, Lightning
© Billy Collins
It is possible to be struck by a
meteor or a single-engine plane while
reading in a chair at home. Pedestrians
are flattened by safes falling from
Passing Time
© Maya Angelou
Your skin like dawn
Mine like muskOne paints the beginning
of a certain end.The other, the end of a
sure beginning.
Prairie-Grass Dividing, The.
© Walt Whitman
THE prairie-grass dividingits special odor breathing,
I demand of it the spiritual corresponding,
Demand the most copious and close companionship of men,
Demand the blades to rise of words, acts, beings,
Prairie States, The.
© Walt Whitman
A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude,
Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and farms,
With iron interlaced, composite, tied, many in one,
By all the world contributedfreedoms and laws and thrifts society,
Pensive and Faltering.
© Walt Whitman
PENSIVE and faltering,
The words, the dead, I write;
For living are the Dead;
(Haply the only living, only real,
And I the apparitionI the spectre.) 5
Prayer of Columbus.
© Walt Whitman
A BATTERD, wreckd old man,
Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home,
Pent by the sea, and dark rebellious brows, twelve dreary months,
Sore, stiff with many toils, sickend, and nigh to death,
Poets to Come.
© Walt Whitman
POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for;
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known,
Arouse! Arousefor you must justify meyou must answer.
