Poems begining by S
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Sence You Went Away
© James Weldon Johnson
Seems lak to me de stars don't shine so bright,
Seems lak to me de sun done loss his light,
Seems lak to me der's nothin' goin' right,
Sence you went away.
Spring Torrents
© Sara Teasdale
WILL it always be like this until I am dead,
Every spring must I bear it all again
With the first red haze of the budding maple boughs,
And the first sweet-smelling rain?
Sonnet XCVIII: From you have I been absent in the spring
© William Shakespeare
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Sometimes, When the Light
© Paul Eluard
Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles
and pulls you back into childhood
Speakin' O' Christmas
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
BREEZES blowin' middlin' brisk,
Snow-flakes thro' the air a-whisk,
Song: Kind Adieu
© Margaret Widdemer
GOOD-BY, my dear, good-by
You woke my heart to break it,
So if another take it
Why need you turn or sigh?
Sometimes Never
© Joyce Sutphen
Talking, we begin to find the way into
our hearts, we who knew no words,
words being a rare commodity
in those countries we left behind.
Sonnet II: But Only Three in All God's Universe
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
But only three in all God's universe
Have heard this word thou has said,-Himself, beside
Shoes
© Pierre Reverdy
My father has a pair of shoes
So beautiful to see.
I want to wear my father's shoes.
They are too big for me.
Sonnet I: From fairest creatures we desire increase
© William Shakespeare
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
Sonnet CXXXV: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will
© William Shakespeare
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
And Will to boot, and Will in overplus;
Sonnet XXVI: Look In My Griefs
© Samuel Daniel
Look in my griefs, and blame me not to mourn,
From care to care that leads a life so bad;
Styx
© Robert Duncan
the cold water, the black rushing gleam, the
moving down-rush, wash, gush out over
bed-rock, toiling the boulders in flood,
purling in deeps, broad flashing in falls—
September, 1819
© André Breton
Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.
Something Childish, but Very Natural
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Written in Germany
If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things,
And I stay here.
Sonnet CXLVI: Poor Soul, the Centre of my Sinful Earth
© William Shakespeare
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
[......] these rebel powers that thee array,
Scorn Not The Sonnet
© William Wordsworth
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honours; with this key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody
Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound;
Switzerland And Italy
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Within the Switzer's varied land,
When Summer chases high the snow,
You'll meet with many a youthful band
Of strangers wandering to and fro:
