Poems begining by P
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People
© Margaret Widdemer
And how it comforts us to pray
Whether God hears or turns away,
And how to work and sleep and wake
Is good for the mere doing's sake:
Till, whether life seem gay or sad,
I am so glad for men so glad!
Pannychis
© André Marie de Chénier
--_Donnez-les-moi d'abord et puis je vais chanter... Il tend ses deux
mains... on lui donne... et puis, d'une voix claire et douce, il se met
à chanter_:
Princesse Loysa Drawing
© Richard Lovelace
I saw a little Diety,
MINERVA in epitomy,
Whom VENUS, at first blush, surpris'd,
Tooke for her winged wagge disguis'd.
Psychological Warfare
© Henry Reed
Be that as it may, some time in the very near future,
We are to expect Invasion… and invasion not from the sea.
Vast numbers of troops will be dropped, probably from above,
Superbly equipped, determined and capable; and this above all,
Remember: they will be very brave men, and chosen as such.
Psalm 78 part 4
© Isaac Watts
v.32ff
L. M.
Backsliding and forgiveness; or, Sin punished and saints saved.
Prayer of St. Francis Xavier
© Alexander Pope
Thou art my God, sole object of my love;
Not for the hope of endless joys above;
Nor for the fear of endless pains below,
Which they who love thee not must undergo.
Prayer to Our Lady of Paphos
© Sappho
Dapple-throned Aphrodite,
eternal daughter of God,
snare-knitter! Don't, I beg you,
Pauline Pavlovna
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Ah! your heart said that?
You trust your heart, then! 'T is a serious risk!-
How is it you and others wear no mask?
HE.
Praise Of Colonus (From "Oedipus At Colonus")
© Sophocles
STRANGER, thou art standing now
On Colonus' sparry brow;
Psalm LXXXVI. (86)
© John Milton
Thy gracious ear, O Lord, encline,
O hear me I thee pray,
For I am poor, and almost pine
With need, and sad decay.
Pentucket
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Quiet and calm without a fear,
Of danger darkly lurking near,
The weary laborer left his plough,
The milkmaid carolled by her cow;
From cottage door and household hearth
Rose songs of praise, or tones of mirth.
Passage
© Octavio Paz
More than air
More than water
More than lips
Light light
Your body is the trace of your body
Prime
© Amy Lowell
Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn
When a bird flies
And the sky changes to a fresher color.
Pause
© Madison Julius Cawein
So sick of dreams! the dreams, that stain
The aisle, along which life must pass,
With hues of mystic colored glass,
That fills the windows of the brain.
Paradise: In A Dream
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Once in a dream I saw the flowers
That bud and bloom in Paradise;
Persuasions to Enjoy
© Thomas Carew
If the quick spirits in your eye
Now languish and anon must die;
Poem Reaching For Something
© Quincy Troupe
we walk through a calligraphy of hats slicing off foreheads
ace-deuce cocked, they slant, razor sharp, clean through imagination, our
spirits knee-deep in what we have forgotten entrancing our bodies now to
dance, like enraptured water lilies
