Poems begining by W
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Written At Bracknell
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thy dewy looks sink in my breast;
Thy gentle words stir poison there;
Where Forlorn Sunsets Flare And Fade
© William Ernest Henley
Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade
On desolate sea and lonely sand,
Written A Year After The Events
© Charles Lamb
Alas! how am I chang'd! Where be the tears,
The sobs, and forc'd suspensions of the breath,
Wreath Of Sonnets
© Vlanes (Vladislav Nekliaev)
And if sometimes they happen to perform
Some droning dance which smells of here and now,
With springing forms and circles staying warm,
They start to tremble on a pointed prow
Of universe and dream of their home
In whirls destroying leaves to leave a bough.
Wayfearen
© William Barnes
The sky wer clear, the zunsheen glow'd
On droopèn flowers drough the day,
What Survives
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Who says that all must vanish?
Who knows, perhaps the flight
of the bird you wound remains,
and perhaps flowers survive
caresses in us, in their ground.
Waterfall at Lu-shan
© Li Po
Sunlight streams on the river stones.
From high above, the river steadily plunges--
Walkers With The Dawn
© Langston Hughes
Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
Nor darkness--
Being walkers with the sun and morning.
Without Ceremony
© Thomas Hardy
It was your way, my dear,
To be gone without a word
When callers, friends, or kin
Had left, and I hastened in
To rejoin you, as I inferred.
With Penne, Inke, And Paper To A Distressed Friend
© William Strode
Here is paper, pen, and inke,
That your heart and seale may sinke
Into such markes as may expresse
A Soule much blest in heavinesse.
When Orpheus Sweetly Did Complayne
© William Strode
When Orpheus sweetly did complayne
Upon his lute with heavy strayne
How his Euridice was slayne,
The trees to heare
Obtayn'd an eare,
And after left it off againe.
When June Is Here
© James Whitcomb Riley
When June is here--what art have we to sing
The whiteness of the lilies midst the green
Why We Are Truly A Nation
© William Matthews
Because we rage inside
the old boundaries,
like a young girl leaving the Church,
scared of her parents.
Warning The Carpenter
© Edgar Albert Guest
My Pa, he took me on his knee an' spanked me for it, too,
An' Ma, she jus' sat down an' cried the whole long evenin' through;
She says there ought to be a law to keep bad men away
From decent neighborhoods like ours where little children play.
You let me get a wallopin'. An' I don't think it fair,
Say! Ain't you got no Pa an' Ma to teach you not to swear?
We May Live Together
© Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
Witness
© Anthony Evan Hecht
Against the enormous rocks of a rough coast
The ocean rams itself in pitched assault
And spastic rage to which there is no halt;
Foam-white brigades collapse; but the huge host
Why
© Bliss William Carman
FOR a name unknown,
Whose fame unblown
Sleeps in the hills
For ever and aye;
