Poems begining by W
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Will You Forget?
© Madison Julius Cawein
In years to come, will you forget,
Dear girl, how often we have met?
We Lying By Seasand
© Dylan Thomas
We lying by seasand, watching yellow
And the grave sea, mock who deride
Waywise
© Katharine Lee Bates
THE darkest wood that the north-wind stings
Hath its balsamum and its silverlings,
When I Shall Rise
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
But let them come, those dear and lovely ghosts,
In all their human guise and lustihood,
To stand upon that shore and call me home,
Waving their joyful hands as once they stoodAs once they stood!
When Mother Sleeps
© Edgar Albert Guest
When mother sleeps, a slamming door
Disturbs her not at all;
Womanhood.
© Robert Crawford
She feels the world, it touches her
Like a weird thing she needs must know,
While all her fears and fancies stir
As in a death-dream long ago.
Who does she think she is....
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I asked the Zebra:
Are you black with white stripes?
When Bessie Died
© James Whitcomb Riley
If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped,
And ne'er would nestle in your palm again;
If the white feet into the grave had tripped--"
"When I was a Tall Lad"
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
WHEN I was a tall lad with money in my hand,
I'd pots and pans a plenty, and friends about the land.
I'd golden roads in sunshine and silver roads in rain,
And a little gray donkey and a girl out of Spain.
Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
Layin' in the sun,
Talkin' 'bout the things
They woulda coulda shoulda done...
Why This Volume Is So Thin
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
In youth I dreamed, as other youths have dreamt,
Of love, and thrummed an amateur guitar
Wind At Night
© Arthur Symons
The night was full of wind that ran
Like a strong blind distracted man
About the fields in the loud rain;
The night was full of the wind's pain.
Warning And Reply
© Emily Jane Brontë
In the earth-the earth-thou shalt be laid,
A grey stone standing over thee;
Black mould beneath thee spread,
And black mould to cover thee.
Worship
© Jones Very
There is no worship now,the idol stands
Within the spirit's holy resting place!
Which Is The Favourite?
© Charles Lamb
Brothers and sisters I have many:
Though I know there is not any
Wingless Victory
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Worms feed upon the bodies of the brave
Who bled for us: but we bewildered see
Viler worms gnaw the things they died to save.
Old clouds of doubt and weariness oppress.
Happy the dead, we cry, not now to be
In the day of this dissolving littleness!
Work-Girls' Holiday
© Lesbia Harford
A lady has a thousand ways
Of doing nothing all her days,
And so she thinks that they're well spent,
She can be idle and content.
We Are All Captured Beasts
© Fyodor Sologub
We are all captured beasts,
And we howl - as we might.
We can't open the doors,
For the doors are locked tight.
Wishes
© Sara Teasdale
I wish for such a lot of things
That never will come true
And yet I want them all so much
I think they might, don't you?
Widow
© Sylvia Plath
Widow. The word consumes itself --
Body, a sheet of newsprint on the fire
Levitating a numb minute in the updraft
Over the scalding, red topography
That will put her heart out like an only eye.
