Poems begining by P
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Peripeteia
© Anthony Evan Hecht
Of course, the familiar rustling of programs,
My hair mussed from behind by a grand gesture
Peaks
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
A storm may rage in the world below,
It may tear great trees apart;
But here on the mountain top, I know
That it cannot touch my heart.
Pray for the Dead
© Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton
PRAY for the deadwho bids thee not?
Do all our human loves grow pale,
Or are the old needs all forgot
When men have passed within the veil?
Play
© William Carlos Williams
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than I am,
by what devious means do you contrive
to remain idle? Teach me, O master.
Photography Extraordinary
© Lewis Carroll
The Milk-and-Water School
Alas! she would not hear my prayer!
Yet it were rash to tear my hair;
Disfigured, I should be less fair.
Plain Sermons
© James Whitcomb Riley
I saw a man--and envied him beside--
Because of this world's goods he had great store;
But even as I envied him, he died,
And left me envious of him no more.
Primroses
© William Gay
They shine upon my table there,
A constellation mimic sweet,
No stars in Heaven could shine more fair,
Nor Earth has beauty more complete;
And on my table there they shine,
And speak to me of things Divine.
Piedra de sol
© Octavio Paz
a la salida de mi frente busco,
busco sin encontrar, busco un instante,
un rostro de relámpago y tormenta
corriendo entre los árboles nocturnos,
rostro de lluvia en un jardín a obscuras,
agua tenaz que fluye a mi costado,
Popular Ballad: "Never Forget Your Parents"
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Never forget your father,
Think all he done for you;
A mother is a boy's best friend,
So loving, kind, and true,
Pheidippides
© Robert Browning
First I salute this soil of the blessed, river and rock!
Gods of my birthplace, daemons and heroes, honour to all!
Then I name thee, claim thee for our patron, co-equal in praise
--Ay, with Zeus the Defender, with Her of the aegis and spear!
Also, ye of the bow and the buskin, praised be your peer,
Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above
© Henry Francis Lyte
Pleasant are Thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;
Pixley Folks
© Edgar Albert Guest
SOMETIMES I git to thinkin' o' the days o' youth, an then
There comes a-troopin' through my mind th wimmin folk an' men
Pike Country Ballads:Jim Bludso, Of The Prairie Belle
© John Hay
Wall, no! I can't tell whar he lives,
Becase he don't live, you see;
Poppies in the Wheat
© Helen Hunt Jackson
Along Ancona's hills the shimmering heat,
A tropic tide of air with ebb and flow
Philadelphia
© John Newton
Thus saith the holy One, and true,
To his beloved faithful few;
Of heav'n and hell I hold the keys,
To shut, or open, as I please.
Past Hours
© Frances Anne Kemble
Two angels have them in eternal keeping.
He that beside the deep vaults of the past
Picture By Giov. Bellini, In The Church Of The Redentore At Venice
© Richard Monckton Milnes
THE VIRGIN.
Who am I, to be so far exalted
Over all the maidens of Judaea,
That here only in this lonely bosom
