Poems begining by W
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when the new year
© Rg Gregory
when the new year
came out of nowhere
and peeped into rooms
it was so flattered to find
wimborne minster
© Rg Gregory
though there's not much faith left
and very little snow
this scene of wimborne minster
still makes its christmas show
we say
© Rg Gregory
we say blame the teachers
don't we send our young to school
to be taught the simple rules
for decent public-spirited behaviour
welsh experience
© Rg Gregory
called out by the sun
this easter saturday morning
i'm sitting on a bank
in pistyllgwyn
Winged Man
© Stephen Vincent Benet
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits,
The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates,
The cliffs were robed in scarlet, the sands were cinnabar,
Where first two men spread wings for flight and dared the hawk afar.
We Need A Few More Optimists
© Edgar Albert Guest
We need a few more optimists,
The kind that double up their fists
Written In Early Youth. The Time,--An Autumnal Evening
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Scenes of my hope! the aching eye ye leave
Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve!
Tearful and sadd'ning with the saddened blaze
Mine eye the gleam pursues with wistful gaze;
Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend,
Till chill and damp the moonless night descend.
When Winter Darkening All Around
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When winter covering all the ground
Hides every sign of Spring, sir.
However you may look around,
Pray what will then you sing, sir?
Winter Song
© Wilfred Owen
The browns, the olives, and the yellows died,
And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed
Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide,
And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed,
Fell back, and down the snow-drifts flamed and flowed.
Would You Believe It?
© Ellis Parker Butler
One year ago I wished that I
A banker great might be
With a hundred million dollars
And financial majesty;
Why Washington Retreated
© Ellis Parker Butler
1775Said Congress to George Washington:
To set this country free,
Youll have to whip the Britishers
And chase them oer the sea.
Why I Went To The Foot
© Ellis Parker Butler
Was ever a maiden so worried?
Ill admit I am partial to Jim,
For Jimmie has promised to wed me
When Im old enough to wed him.
When Ida Puts Her Armor On
© Ellis Parker Butler
The Cowboy had a sterling heart,
The Maiden was from Boston,
The Rancher saw his wealth depart
The Steers were what he lost on.
Winter Twilight
© Bliss William Carman
ALONG the wintry skyline,
Crowning the rocky crest,
Stands the bare screen of hardwood trees
Against the saffron west,
When The Dressmaker Comes
© Edgar Albert Guest
WHEN the dressmaker comes I am told to clear out,
For they don't want me anywhere hanging about;
Why Is This Age Worse...?
© Anna Akhmatova
Why is this age worse than earlier ages?
In a stupor of grief and dread
have we not fingered the foulest wounds
and left them unhealed by our hands?
Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight
Beyond the ledges of concrete
restaurants fall into dreams
with candlelight couples
