Poems begining by T
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The Boy Who Laughed At Santa Claus
© Ogden Nash
In Baltimore there lived a boy.
He wasn't anybody's joy.
Although his name was Jabez Dawes,
His character was full of flaws.
The Bargain
© Ogden Nash
As I was going to St. Ives
I met a man with seven lives;
Seven lives,
In seven sacks,
The Ant
© Ogden Nash
The ant has made herself illustrious
By constant industry industrious.
So what? Would you be calm and placid
If you were full of formic acid?
The Next War
© Wilfred Owen
War's a joke for me and you,
While we know such dreams are true.
Siegfried Sassoon
The Abominable Snowman
© Ogden Nash
I've never seen an abominable snowman,
I'm hoping not to see one,
I'm also hoping, if I do,
That it will be a wee one.
Tableau at Twilight
© Ogden Nash
I sit in the dusk. I am all alone.
Enter a child and an ice-cream cone.A parent is easily beguiled
By sight of this coniferous child.The friendly embers warmer gleam,
The cone begins to drip ice cream.Cones are composed of many a vitamin.
The Old Women Of The Ocean
© Pablo Neruda
To the solemn sea the old women come
With their shawls knotted around their necks
With their fragile feet cracking.
The Everlasting Gospel
© William Blake
The vision of Christ that thou dost see
Is my visions greatest enemy.
Timothy Winters
© Charles Causley
Timothy Winters comes to school
With eyes as wide as a football pool,
Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters:
A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters.
Thaw
© Edward Thomas
Over the land half freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed,
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as a flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
The Road Not Taken
© Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
The Railway Train
© Emily Dickinson
I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step
The Drawbacks Of Poverty
© Confucius
On the left of the way, a russet pear-tree
Stands there all alone--a fit image of me.
There is that princely man! O that he would come,
And in my poor dwelling with me be at home!
In the core of my heart do I love him, but say,
Whence shall I procure him the wants of the day?
The Old-Home Folks
© James Whitcomb Riley
Who shall sing a simple ditty all about the Willow,
Dainty-fine and delicate as any bending spray
That dandles high the happy bird that flutters there to trill a
Tremulously tender song of greeting to the May.
The Coromandel Fishers
© Sarojini Naidu
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea!
The Narrow Way
© Anne Brontë
Believe not those who say
The upward path is smooth,
Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way,
And faint before the truth.
The Black Panther
© John Hall Wheelock
All day I feed him with my living heart,
But when the night puts forth her dreams and stars,
The inexorable frenzy re-awakes:
His wrath is hurled upon the trembling bars,
The eternal passion stretches me apart,
And I lie silent- but my body shakes.
The Beggar
© John Newton
Encouraged by thy word
Of promise to the poor;
Behold, a beggar, Lord,
Waits at thy mercy's door!
No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine,
Can help or pity wants like mine.
