Poems begining by V
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Vesalius In Zante
© Edith Wharton
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
I loved light ever, light in eye and brain
No tapers mirrored in long palace floors,
Nor dedicated depths of silent aisles,
But just the common dusty wind-blown day
That roofs earths millions.
Vashti
© James Weldon Johnson
Once when my eyes met yours it seemed that in
your cheek, despite your pride,
A flush arose and swiftly died; or was it something that I dreamed?
Venice
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
White swan of cities, slumbering in thy nest
So wonderfully built among the reeds
Vigil
© Katharine Tynan
At night, when all the house is still,
Wide-waked the chairs and tables come
And yawn and stretch their limbs until
The maids appear with pan and broom.
Vanity of Vanities
© Michael Wigglesworth
Vain, frail, short liv'd, and miserable Man,
Learn what thou art when thine estate is best:
A restless Wave o'th' troubled Ocean,
A Dream, a lifeless Picture finely drest:
Vae Victis
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Beside the placid sea that mirrored her
With the old glory of dawn that cannot die,
Vanity Of Spirit
© Henry Vaughan
Quite spent with thoughts, I left my cell and lay
Where a shrill spring tuned to the early day.
Virtue and Happiness in the Country
© Michael Bruce
How blest the man who, in these peaceful plains,
Ploughs his paternal field; far from the noise,
Violets
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
LET them lie, yes, let them lie,
They'll be dead to-morrow:
Lift the lid up quietly
As you'd lift the mystery
Of a shrouded sorrow.
Vigil
© William Ernest Henley
Lived on one's back,
In the long hours of repose,
Life is a practical nightmare -
Hideous asleep or awake.
Vanity
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
A wan sky greener than the lawn,
A wan lawn paler than the sky.
She gave a flower into my hand,
And all the hours of eve went by.
Veneration Of Images
© Alice Meynell
Thou man, first-comer, whose wide arms entreat,
Gather, clasp, welcome, bind,
Lack, or remember! whose warm pulses beat
With love of thine own kind;
Villanelle of the Poet's Road
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Wine and woman and song,
Three things garnish our way:
Yet is day over long.
Vain Words
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Humble, surely, mine ambition;
It is merely to construct
Some occasion or condition
When I may say "usufruct."
"Violet Beauregarde..."
© Roald Dahl
"Dear friends, we surely all agree
There's almost nothing worse to see
Than some repulsive little bum
Who's always chewing chewing gum.
Violets
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Violets, in what pleasant earth you grew
I know not, nor what heavenly moisture stole
To tincture in your petals such dim blue
As seems a pure June midnight's scented soul:
