Poems begining by Y
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You
© Nazim Hikmet
You are my enslavement and my freedom
You are my flesh burning like a raw summer night
Young Bicham
© Andrew Lang
In London city was Bicham born,
He longd strange countries for to see,
But he was taen by a savage Moor,
Who handld him right cruely.
You said that I
© Emily Dickinson
You said that I "was Great"one Day
Then "Great" it beif that please Thee
Or Smallor any size at all
NayI'm the size suit Thee
Young Kings and Old
© Henry Lawson
The young man strives to determine which are the truths or lies,
And the old man preaches his sermonand he takes to his bed and dies;
And the parson is there, and the nurse is (or the bread is there and the wine)
And the son of the minister curses as he dies in the firing line.
Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place
© Emily Jane Brontë
Yes, holy be thy resting place
Wherever thou may'st lie;
The sweetest winds breathe on thy face,
The softest of the sky.
Yeh dhuwan sa (with English translation)
© Meer Taqi Meer
O! Meer, Love is a massive rock.
Can a weak man fight the load that arose?
Yardley Oak
© William Cowper
Survivor sole, and hardly such, of all
That once lived here, thy brethren, at my birth,
Your Own Fair Youth
© Alice Meynell
To guard all joys of yours from Time's estranging,
I shall then be a treasury where your gay,
Happy, and pensive past unaltered is.
I shall then be a garden charmed from changing,
In which your June has never passed away.
Walk there awhile among my memories.
"Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved"
© William Wordsworth
YES! thou art fair, yet be not moved
To scorn the declaration,
That sometimes I in thee have loved
My fancy's own creation.
Young Man by John Haines: American Life in Poetry #95 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Literature, and in this instance, poetry, holds a mirror to life; thus the great themes of life become the great themes of poems. Here the distinguished American poet, John Haines, addresses—and celebrates through the affirmation of poetry—our preoccupation with aging and mortality.
Young Henry
© Julia A Moore
Young Henry was as faithful boy
As ever stood on the American soil,
And he did enlist, without a doubt,
When the rebellion was broke out.
You love the Lordyou cannot see
© Emily Dickinson
You love the Lordyou cannot see
You write Himevery day
A little notewhen you awake
And further in the Day.
Young Love
© Sara Teasdale
I cannot heed the words they say,
The lights grow far away and dim,
Amid the laughing men and maids
My eyes unbidden seek for him.
"You'll Live, But I'll Not..."
© Anna Akhmatova
You'll live, but I'll not; perhaps,
The final turn is that.
Oh, how strongly grabs us
The secret plot of fate.
Your Honeymoon Will Last
© George Ade
She:
When I settle with my hubby
In our little home,
He must not be wild and clubby,
He must never roam.
Youth And Age. (Sonnet III.)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Oh give me back the days when loose and free
To my blind passion were the curb and rein,
Ye Jacobites By Name
© Robert Burns
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear!
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name,
Your fautes I will proclaim,
Your doctrines I maun blame - you shall hear, you shall hear!
Your doctrines I maun blame - you shall hear!
