Poems begining by Q

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Questions About Angels

© Billy Collins

Of all the questions you might want to ask
about angels, the only one you ever hear
is how many can dance on the head of a pin.

A bending staff I would not break,
A feeble faith I would not shake,
Nor even rashly pluck away
The error which some truth may stay,
Whose loss might leave the soul without
A shield against the shafts of doubt.

Q & A

© Kenneth Fearing

Where analgesia may be found to ease the infinite, minute scars of the day;
What final interlude will result, picked bit by bit from the morning's hurry, the lunch-hour boredom, the fevers of the night;
Why this one is cherished by the gods, and that one not;
How to win, and win again, and again, staking wit alone against a sea of time;
Which man to trust and, once found, how far—

Quare Fatigasti

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Two years ago I was thinking

On the changes that years bring forth;

Queen Mab: Part V.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

'Thus do the generations of the earth

Go to the grave and issue from the womb,

Quia Multum Amavi

© Oscar Wilde

. DEAR Heart I think the young impassioned priest
When first he takes from out the hidden shrine
His God imprisoned in the Eucharist,
And eats the bread, and drinks the dreadful wine,

Quaaludes Again

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

She fumbles and stumbles
And falls down the stairs,
Makes love to the leg of the dining room chair.
She's ready for animals, women or men.
She's doing Quaaludes again.

Queen Galena, Or The Sultan Betrayed

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

HOLD! let the heartless perjurer go!
Speak not! strike not! he is my foe,
From me, me only, comes the blow--
I will repay him woe for woe;

Quia Nominor Leo: Sonnets

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

I.

WHAT part is left thee, lion? Ravenous beast,

Quatrains

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

BLACK Tragedy lets slip her grim disguise
And shows you laughing lips and roguish eyes;
But when, unmasked, gay Comedy appears,
How wan her cheeks are, and what heavy tears!

Qu'est Qu'il Dit'

© Charles Kingsley

Espion aile de la jeune amante
De l'ombre des palmiers pourquoi ce cri?
Laisse en paix le beau garcon plaider et vaincre-
Pourquoi, pourquoi demander 'Qu'est qu'il dit?'

Quest For God

© Swami Vivekananda

O'ver hill and dale and mountain range,
In temple, church, and mosque,
In Vedas, Bible, Al Koran
I had searched for Thee in vain.

Questions

© Bertolt Brecht

Write me what you're wearing! Is it warm?
Write me how you lie! Do you lie there softly?
Write me how you look! Is it still the same?
Write me what you're missing! Is it my arm?

Quiet, Tears, Babies

© Eli Siegel

Quiet in the street,

In the street with houses having babies,

Quiet Night Thoughts

© Li Po

Before my bed
there is bright moonlight
So that it seems
Like frost on the ground:

Quiet Girl

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

Question And Answer On The Mountain

© Li Po

You ask for what reason I stay on the green mountain,
I smile, but do not answer, my heart is at leisure.
Peach blossom is carried far off by flowing water,
Apart, I have heaven and earth in the human world.