Poems begining by S
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Somedays Here
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Say I told you someday you come crawlin' to me
Beggin' pleadin' scratchin' cryin' crocodile tears
Look at my feet is that my dog Rover no it's you
Aw someday's here hmm someday's here
Sonnet 28: How can I then return in happy plight
© William Shakespeare
How can I then return in happy plight
That am debarred the benefit of rest?
Sonnet VI: Fair Is My Love
© Samuel Daniel
Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair;
Her brow shades frowns, although her eyes are sunny;
Sonnett - II
© James Russell Lowell
What were I, Love, if I were stripped of thee,
If thine eyes shut me out whereby I live.
Sonnet 15: "When I consider everything that grows..."
© William Shakespeare
When I consider everything that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
Soliloquy
© Robinson Jeffers
August and laurelled have been content to speak for an age,
and the ages that follow
San Miniato
© Oscar Wilde
. SEE, I have climbed the mountain side
Up to this holy house of God,
Where once that Angel-Painter trod
Who saw the heavens opened wide,
September
© John Payne
HOW is the world of Summer's splendours shorn!
The rose has had its day; from weald and wold
Sea Song of the Exiles
© Victor Marie Hugo
Dear land, farewell!
Waves surge and swell.
Dear land, farewell, --
Blue sky!
Second Sunday After Christmas
© John Keble
And wilt thou hear the fevered heart
To Thee in silence cry?
Similar
© Edgar Albert Guest
A warship and a woman's hat
Are just alike, I state,
They 're big and ugly, cost a heap,
And soon get out date.
Sonnet madrigal
© Charles Cros
J'ai voulu des jardins pleins de roses fleuries,
J'ai rêvé de l'Eden aux vivantes féeries,
De lacs bleus, d'horizons aux tons de pierreries;
Mais je ne veux plus rien ; il suffit que tu ries.
Stray Birds 11- 20
© Rabindranath Tagore
11
SOME unseen fingers, like idle breeze,
are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
Speakin' At De Cou't-House
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Dey been speakin' at de cou't-house,
An' laws-a-massy me,
Sweet Marie
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
You were very fair to meet once, Marie,
With your eyes like some blue hiding flower,
Spring
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
SOFT-LITTERED is the new-year's lambing-fold,
And in the hollowed haystack at its side
Silence
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
'T is better to sit here beside the sea,
Here on the spray-kissed beach,
In silence, that between such friends as we
Is full of deepest speech.
Send Her A Valentine
© Edgar Albert Guest
Send her a valentine to say
You love her in the same old way.
