Poems begining by P
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Paraphrase Of The First Psalm
© Robert Burns
The man, in life wherever plac'd,
Hath happiness in store,
Who walks not in the wicked's way,
Nor learns their guilty lore!
Parang
© Derek Walcott
The falling of a fixed star.
Yound men does bring love to disgrace
With remorseful, regretful words,
When flesh upon flesh was the tune
Since the first cloud raise up to disclose
The breast of the naked moon.
Pentecost
© Derek Walcott
Better a jungle in the head
than rootless concrete.
Better to stand bewildered
by the fireflies' crooked street;
Psalm 111 part 1
© Isaac Watts
Songs of immortal praise belong
To my almighty God;
He has my heart, and he my tongue,
To spread his name abroad.
Palanquin Bearers
© Sarojini Naidu
Lightly, O lightly we bear her along,
She sways like a flower in the wind of our song;
She skims like a bird on the foam of a stream,
She floats like a laugh from the lips of a dream.
Gaily, O gaily we glide and we sing,
We bear her along like a pearl on a string.
Poets
© Joyce Kilmer
Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells
That the wind sways above a ruined shrine.
Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells
Hunger that craves immortal Bread and Wine.
Pre-Existence
© Frances Darwin Cornford
I laid me down upon the shore
And dreamed a little space;
I heard the great waves break and roar;
The sun was on my face.
Pennies
© Joyce Kilmer
A few long-hoarded pennies in his hand
Behold him stand;
A kilted Hedonist, perplexed and sad.
The joy that once he had,
Preparation
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THE little bird sits in the nest and sings
A shy, soft song to the morning light;
Passage Of The Apennines
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Listen, listen, Mary mine,
To the whisper of the Apennine,
It bursts on the roof like the thunders roar,
Or like the sea on a northern shore,
Preservation
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
My maiden she proved false to me;
To hate all joys I soon began,
Purgatory
© Maxine Kumin
And suppose the darlings get to Mantua,
suppose they cheat the crypt, what next? Begin
with him, unshaven. Though not, I grant you, a
displeasing cockerel, there's egg yolk on his chin.
Poem 3
© Kabir
WITHIN this earthen vessel are bowers and groves, and within it is the Creator:
Within this vessel are the seven oceans and the unnumbered stars.
The touchstone and the jewel-appraiser are within;
And within this vessel the Eternal soundeth, and the spring wells up.
Kabîr says: "Listen to me, my Friend! My beloved Lord is within."
Parnassus Within
© Giordano Bruno
O heart, 'tis you my chief Parnassus are,
Where for my safety I must ever climb.
Prometheus
© Lord Byron
Titan! to whose immortal eyes
The sufferings of mortality,
Seen in their sad reality,
Were not as things that gods despise;
Poetree
© Sharon Esther Lampert
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Panic
© Aldous Huxley
The eyes of the portraits on the wall
Look at me, follow me,
Stare incessantly:
I take it their glance means nothing at all?
--Clearly, oh clearly! Nothing at all ...
Proud Word You Never Spoke
© Walter Savage Landor
Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak
Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,
Over my open volume you will say,
'This man loved me'then rise and trip away.
