Poems begining by U
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Under The Shadow
© James Baker
May it be the shadow of the final prayer,
Or the sudden freeze of the fires warmth at night.
Deciding with the angels sudden dare,
You walk towards your unknowing, final fright.
Union
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
The moon climbs graciously the evening heavens,
And there affectionately rests her beauty.
Unknown Warrior
© Elizabeth Daryush
Not that broad path chose he, which whoso wills
May tread, if he by pay the fatal price,
And for such sweet as earthly life extils,
Slaughter his heaven-born soul in sacrifice.
Upon The Translation Of The Psalms By Sir Philip Sidney And The Countess Of Pembroke, His Sister
© John Donne
ETERNAL Godfor whom who ever dare
Seek new expressions, do the circle square,
Unknown Shores
© Théophile Gautier
Okay, my starsick beauty! -
blue jeans and tilting breasts,
child of Canaverel -
where would you like to go?
Upon Julia's Arctics
© Bert Leston Taylor
When as galoshed my Julia goes,
Unbuckled all from top to toes,
Upon The Sight Of A Beautiful Picture Painted By Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart
© William Wordsworth
PRAISED be the Art whose subtle power could stay
Yon cloud, and fix it in that glorious shape;
Nor would permit the thin smoke to escape,
Nor those bright sunbeams to forsake the day;
Upon The Hills Of Georgia
© Alexander Pushkin
Dark falls upon the hills of Georgia,
I hear Aragva's roar.
Under the Figtree
© Henry Kendall
Like drifts of balm from cedared glens, those darling memories come,
With soft low songs, and dear old tales, familiar to our home.
Unqualified
© Madison Julius Cawein
Not his the part to win the goal,
The flaming goal that flies before,
Into whose course the apples roll
Of self that stay his feet the more.
Unto my Booksso good to turn
© Emily Dickinson
Unto my Booksso good to turn
Far ends of tired Days
It half endears the Abstinence
And Painis missedin Praise
Ultima Thule: The Sifting Of Peter
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In St. Luke's Gospel we are told
How Peter in the days of old
Was sifted;
And now, though ages intervene,
Sin is the same, while time and scene
Are shifted.
Unseasonable Snows
© Alfred Austin
The leaves have not yet gone; then why do ye come,
O white flakes falling from a dusky cloud?
Us Poets II
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Wordsworth wrote some tawdry stuff;
Much of Moore I have forgotten;
Parts of Tennyson are guff;
Bits of Byron, too, are rotten.
Under The Stars And Stripes
© Madison Julius Cawein
High on the world did our fathers of old,
Under the stars and stripes,
Union Of The Blue And Gray
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE Blue is marching south once more,
With serried steel and stately tread;
Their martial music pealed before,
Their flag of stars flashed overhead.
Unborn
© John Le Gay Brereton
Eyes that have never seen a mother's face,
Have you no mercy that you stare and stare,
Although I never felt the hope I slew?
Wide eyes, but when I kneel to God for grace,
Your steadfast pity deepens my despair;
The darkness I desire is full of you.
