Poems begining by V
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Vows
© Ada Cambridge
Nay, ask me not. I would not dare pretend
To constant passion and a life-long trust.
Verse
© Walter Savage Landor
Past ruin'd Ilion Helen lives,
Alcestis rises from the shades;
Verse calls them forth; 'tis verse that gives
Immortal youth to mortal maids.
Values
© Edith Nesbit
Did you deceive me? Did I trust
A heart of fire to a heart of dust?
What matter? Since once the world was fair,
And you gave me the rose of the world to wear.
Valedictory Address To The D--n
© James Clerk Maxwell
John Alexander Frere, John,
When we were first acquent,
Variations on a Theme by Joyce
© Weldon Kees
The war is in words and the wood is the world
That turns beneath our rootless feet;
the vines that reach, alive and snarled,
Across the path where the sand is swirled,
Twist in the night. The light lies flat.
The war is in words and the wood is the world.
Virgule
© Thomas Lux
What I love about this little leaning mark
is how it divides
without divisiveness. The left
or bottom side prying that choice up or out,
Victoria
© Alfred Austin
The lark went up, the mower whet his scythe,
On golden meads kine ruminating lay,
And all the world felt young again and blithe,
Just as to-day.
Voices
© Walt Whitman
O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?
Surely, whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall
follow,
As the water follows the moon, silently, with fluid steps, anywhere
around the globe.
Vull a Man
© William Barnes
No, Im a man, Im vull a man,
You beat my manhood, if you can.
Youll be a man if you can teake
All steates that household life do meake.
Veni, Vidi, Vixi (French & English)
© Victor Marie Hugo
J'ai bien assez vécu, puisque dans mes douleurs
Je marche, sans trouver de bras qui me secourent,
Puisque je ris à peine aux enfants qui m'entourent,
Puisque je ne suis plus réjoui par les fleurs ;
Virgin Youth
© David Herbert Lawrence
Now and again
All my body springs alive,
And the life that is polarised in my eyes,
That quivers between my eyes and mouth,
Vers Libres
© Paul Verlaine
Jadmire lambition du Vers Libre, -
Et moi-même que fais-je en ce moment
Que dessayer démouvoir léquilibre
Dun nombre ayant deux rhythmes seulement?
Valentine In Form Of Ballade
© Andrew Lang
Spring, Swallow, South Wind, even so,
Their various voice combine;
But that they crave on ME bestow,
To be your Valentine.
Voltaire Johnson
© Edgar Lee Masters
Why did you bruise me with your rough places
If you did not want me to tell you about them?
And stifle me with your stupidities,
If you did not want me to expose them?
Vision X
© Khalil Gibran
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands
Vox Corporis
© Sara Teasdale
The beast to the beast is calling,
And the soul bends down to wait;
Like the stealthy lord of the jungle,
The white man calls his mate.
Verses Why Burnt
© Walter Savage Landor
HOW many verses have I thrown
Into the fire because the one
Peculiar word, the wanted most,
Was irrecoverably lost!
Variation On A Theme By Rilke
© Denise Levertov
A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me--a sky, air, light:
a being. And before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
