Poems begining by W
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Walking on the Estuary Hill
© Adrian Green
The curlew and the heron call,
the hissing mud and whispering wings
beat eery through the idle air
until the moonlit midnight silence falls
Where It Was At Back Then
© Anne Sexton
Husband,
last night I dreamt
they cut off your hands and feet.
Husband,
you whispered to me,
Now we are both incomplete.
Wallflower
© Anne Sexton
Come friend,
I have an old story to tell youListen.
Sit down beside me and listen.
My face is red with sorrow
Words
© Anne Sexton
Be careful of words,
even the miraculous ones.
For the miraculous we do our best,
sometimes they swarm like insects
Why Negroes Don't Unite
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Why of all the many races in the country where we live,
Do we find so little union as the Negro race can give?
Is it lack of love? or color? who will give the reason true,
Why they cherish opposition more than other peoples do?
When Man Enters Woman
© Anne Sexton
When man,
enters woman,
like the surf biting the shore,
again and again,
Written For A Musician
© Vachel Lindsay
Hungry for music with a desperate hunger
I prowled abroad, I threaded through the town;
Wanting to Die
© Anne Sexton
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.
Then the almost unnameable lust returns.
Willow Poem
© William Carlos Williams
It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the river
from which no leaf has fallen nor
bitten by the sun
Winter Trees
© William Carlos Williams
All the complicated detailsof the attiring andthe disattiring are completed!A liquid moonmoves gently amongthe long branches
Which Shall It Be
© Ethel Lynn Eliot Beers
Pale, patient Robbie's angel face
Still in his sleep bore suffering's trace;
``No, for a thousand crowns, not him,''
He whispered, while our eyes were dim.
When The Wine-Cup At The Lip
© Madison Julius Cawein
When the wine-cup at the lip
Slants its sparkling fire,
Where's My Billy Goat Gone To?
© Henry Clay Work
Take my home! Take my farm!
Yes, me too (if you want to);
But tell me! tell me!
Where's my Billy Goat gone to?
Pretty little Billy, Billy - Oh!
Where's my Billy Goat gone to?
Wandering Singers
© Sarojini Naidu
WHERE the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet,
Through echoing forest and echoing street,
Wha Is That At My Bower-Door
© Robert Burns
"Wha is that at my bower-door?"
"O wha is it but Findlay!"
What Miss Edith Saw From Her Window
© Francis Bret Harte
Our window's not much, though it fronts on the street;
There's a fly in the pane that gets nothin' to eat;
But it's curious how people think it's a treat
For ME to look out of the window!
Winds Of Autumn
© Saigyo
Even in a person
most times indifferent
to things around him
they waken feelings
the first winds of autumn
Wisdom
© George Frederick Cameron
Wisdom immortal from immortal Jove
Shadows more beauty with her virgin brows
White Hairs
© Wang Wei
Once a tiny child now an old man.
White hairs to match the soft down.
How the heart gets hurt by life.
Beyond the Gateless Gates
Where craving ends.
