Poems begining by P
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Prelude
© Robert Louis Stevenson
BY sunny market-place and street
Wherever I go my drum I beat,
And wherever I go in my coat of red
The ribbons flutter about my head.
Prayer
© Robert Louis Stevenson
I ASK good things that I detest,
With speeches fair;
Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast,
But hear my prayer.
Pirate Story
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing,
Three of us abroad in the basket on the lea.
Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring,
And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea.
Picture-Books in Winter
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Summer fading, winter comes--
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
Pardoned Out
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Im pardoned out. Again the stars
Shine on me with their myriad eyes.
So long Ive peered twixt iron bars,
Im awed by this expanse of skies.
Presumption
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Whenever I am prone to doubt or wonder -
I check myself, and say, 'That mighty One
Who made the solar system cannot blunder -
And for the best all things are being done.'
Penalty
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Because of the fullness of what I had,
All that I have seems poor and vain.
If I had not been happy, I were not sad--
Tho' my salt is savorless, why complain?
Perished
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I called to the summer sun,
Come over the hills to-day!
Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run,
And kiss the snow-drifts and melt them away.
Preparation
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
We must not force events, but rather make
The heart soil ready for their coming, as
The earth spreads carpets for the feet of Spring,
Or, with the strengthening tonic of the frost,
Philosophy
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
At morn the wise man walked abroad,
Proud with the learning of great fools.
He laughed and said, There is no God
Tis force creates, tis reason rules.
Possession
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
That which we had we still possess,
Though leaves may drop and stars may fall;
No circumstance can make it less
Or take it from us, all in all.
Progress
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Let there be many windows to your soul,
That all the glory of the universe
May beautify it. Not the narrow pane
Of one poor creed can catch the radiant rays
Preaching Vs Practice
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
It is easy to sit in the sunshine
And talk to the man in the shade;
It is easy to float in a well-trimmed boat,
And point out the places to wade.
Platonic
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I knew it the first of the summer,
I knew it the same at the end,
That you and your love were plighted,
But couldnt you be my friend?
Poverty And Wealth
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The stork flew over a town one day,
And back of each wing an infant lay;
One to a rich mans home he brought,
And one he left at a labourers cot.
Proclamation Without Pretension
© Tristan Tzara
Art is going to sleep for a new world to be born
"ART"-parrot word-replaced by DADA,
PLESIOSAURUS, or handkerchief
Prayer
© George William Russell
LET us leave our island woods grown dim and blue;
Oer the waters creeping the pearl dust of the eve
Hides the silver of the long wave rippling through:
The chill for the warm room let us leave.
Pity
© George William Russell
THE TWINKLING mists of green and gold
Afloat in the abyss of air,
From out the window high and old
We watched together there.
Parting
© George William Russell
AS from our dream we died away
Far off I felt the outer things;
Your wind-blown tresses round me play,
Your bosoms gentle murmurings.
Pain
© George William Russell
MEN have made them gods of love,
Sun-gods, givers of the rain,
Deities of hill and grove:
I have made a god of Pain.
