Poems begining by W
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Wine And Joy
© Fyodor Sologub
Wine and joy are completely forgotten,
As well as his armor and sword.
What Uncle Rob Says
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Uncle Rob says,
That once on a time the fire flies
Were stars with the others up in the skies.
Whitsun
© Sylvia Plath
This is not what I meant:
Stucco arches, the banked rocks sunning in rows,
Bald eyes or petrified eggs,
Grownups coffined in stockings and jackets,
Lard-pale, sipping the thin
Air like a medicine.
Why We Fight
© Edgar Albert Guest
This is the thing we fight:
A cry of terror in the night;
A ship on work of mercy bent
A carrier of the sick and maimed
Beneath the cruel waters sent,
And those that did it, unashamed.
Wapping Old Stairs
© William Makepeace Thackeray
"Your Molly has never been false, she declares,
Since the last time we parted at Wapping Old Stairs;
Winter
© Harriet Monroe
Earth bears her sorrow gladly, like a nun,
Her young face glowing through the icy veil.
"What Do We Plant?"
© Henry Abbey
What do we plant when we plant the tree?
We plant the ship, which will cross the sea.
We plant the mast to carry the sails;
We plant the planks to withstand the gales -
The keel, the keelson, the beam, the knee;
We plant the ship when we plant the tree.
What doth it serve
© William Henry Drummond
What doth it serve to see sun's burning face,
And skies enamelled with both the Indies' gold?
White Houses
© Claude McKay
Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
When First We Faced
© Philip Larkin
When first we faced, and touching showed
How well we knew the early moves,
Behind the moonlight and the frost,
The excitement and the gratitude,
There stood how much our meeting owed
To other meetings, other loves.
Waldeinsamkeit
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
I do not count the hours I spend
In wandering by the sea;
The forest is my loyal friend,
Like God it useth me.
What The Doctor Said
© Raymond Carver
He said it doesn't look good
he said it looks bad in fact real bad
When We Are All Asleep
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
WHEN He returns, and finds the world so drear,
All sleeping, young and old, unfair and fair,
Words
© Madison Julius Cawein
I cannot tell what I would tell thee,
What I would say, what thou shouldst hear:
Words of the soul that should compell thee,
Words of the heart to draw thee near.
What We Want
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
All nail the dawn of a new day breaking,
When a strong-armed nation shall take away
When Christmas Comes
© Virna Sheard
For thee, my small one--trinkets and new toys,
The wine of life and all its keenest joys,
When Christmas comes.
For me, the broken playthings of the past
That in my folded hands I still hold fast,
When Christmas comes.
When We Understand The Plan
© Edgar Albert Guest
I reckon when the world we leave
And cease to smile and cease to grieve,
When each of us shall quit the strife
And drop the working tools of life,
Somewhere, somehow, we'll come to find
Just what our Maker had in mind.
