Poems begining by W
/ page 76 of 113 /
Woodchucks
© Maxine Kumin
Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right.
The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange
was featured as merciful, quick at the bone
and the case we had against them was airtight,
both exits shoehorned shut with puddingstone,
but they had a sub-sub-basement out of range.
When Age Comes On
© James Whitcomb Riley
Just as of old! The world rolls on and on;
The day dies into night--night into dawn--
Dawn into dusk--through centuries untold.--
Just as of old.
Wise People
© Margaret Widdemer
I THINK that we are very strong and wise,
Mocking at love and at the grief thereafter, . . .
For sometimes I forget him in your eyes
And sometimes you forget her in my laughter.
Womanhood
© Catherine Anderson
She slides over
the hot upholstery
of her mother's car,
this schoolgirl of fifteen
When Coldness Wraps This Suffering Clay
© Lord Byron
When coldness wraps this suffering clay,
Ah! whither strays the immortal mind?
It cannot die, it cannot stay,
But leaves its darken'd dust behind.
When Father Shook The Stove
© Edgar Albert Guest
'Twas not so many years ago,
Say, twenty-two or three,
We'll go no more a-roving
© Lord Byron
SO, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
Written After Swimming From Sestos To Abydos
© Lord Byron
If, in the month of dark December,
Leander, who was nightly wont
(What maid will not the tale remember?)
To cross thy stream, broad Hellespont!
When We Two Parted
© Lord Byron
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
When We Were Kids
© Edgar Albert Guest
WHEN we wuz kids together, an' we didn't have a care,
In the lazy days of summer, when our feet wuz allus bare,
Woodcom Feast
© William Barnes
Come, Fanny, come! put on thy white,
'Tis Woodcom' feäst, good now! to-night.
White Cloud Spring
© Bai Juyi
At White Cloud Spring on Tianping Mountain
the clouds are mindless and the water relaxed.
Why bother to rush down the mountain slope
and add waves to the human world?
When It's Over
© Max Plowman
"Young soldier, what will you be At the day's end?"
"Tired's what I'll be. I shall lie on the beach
Of a shore where the rippling waves just sigh,
And listen and dream and sleep and lie
Forgetting what I've had to learn and teach
And attack and defend."
Why, Why Repine
© Walter Savage Landor
Why, why repine, my pensive friend,
At pleasures slipp'd away?
Some the stern Fates will never lend,
And all refuse to stay.
What News
© Walter Savage Landor
Here, ever since you went abroad,
If there be change, no change I see,
I only walk our wonted road,
The road is only walkt by me.
Well I Remember How You Smiled
© Walter Savage Landor
Well I remember how you smiled
To see me write your name upon
The soft sea-sand . . . "O! what a child!
You think you're writing upon stone!"
Wash of Cold River
© Hilda Doolittle
wind-flower
that keeps the breath
of the north-wind --
these and none other;
When Tulips Bloom
© Henry Van Dyke
When tulips bloom in Union Square,
And timid breaths of vernal air
Go wandering down the dusty town,
Like children lost in Vanity Fair;
Winter In Spring
© Arthur Symons
Winter is over, and the ache of the year
Quieted into test;
The torn boughs heal, and the time of the leaf is near,
And the time of the nest.
