Poems begining by Z

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Zudora

© Conrad Aiken

Here on the pale beach, in the darkness;
With the full moon just to rise;
They sit alone, and look over the sea,
Or into each other's eyes. . .

Zimbabwe

© Andrew Lang

INTO the darkness whence they came, They passed -- their country knoweth none,They and their gods without a name Partake the same oblivion

Zoo-Keeper's Wife

© Sylvia Plath

I can stay awake all night, if need be ---
Cold as an eel, without eyelids.
Like a dead lake the dark envelops me,
Blueblack, a spectacular plum fruit.

Zummer Stream

© William Barnes

Ah! then the grassy-meäded Maÿ

Did warm the passèn year, an' gleam

Zion, Or The City Of God

© John Newton

Glorious things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God;

Zueignung

© Heinrich Heine

Mir träumte einst von wildem Minneglüh'n,
Von hübschen Locken, Myrten und Resede,
Von süßen Lippen und von bittrer Rede,
Von düst'rer Lieder düster'n Melodie'n.

Zebra Question

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

I asked the zebra
Are you black with white stripes?
Or white with black stripes?
And the zebra asked me,

Zone

© Louise Bogan

We have struck the regions wherein we are keel or reef.
The wind breaks over us,
And against high sharp angles almost splits into words,
And these are of fear or grief.

Zitten Out The Wold Year

© William Barnes

Why, raïn or sheen, or blow or snow,

I zaid, if I could stand so's,

Zummer An' Winter

© William Barnes

When I led by zummer streams
The pride o' Lea, as naighbours thought her,
While the zun, wi' evenen beams,
Did cast our sheades athirt the water;

Zero Circle

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Be helpless, dumbfounded,
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
To gather us up.

Zummer Thoughts In Winter Time

© William Barnes

Well, aye, last evenèn, as I shook

My locks ov haÿ by Leecombe brook.

Zaza, The Female Slave

© Anonymous

O, my country, my country!

How long I for thee,

Zunsheen In The Winter

© William Barnes

The winter clouds, that long did hide

The zun, be all a-blown azide,

Zyps Of Zirl

The Alps of the Tyrol are dark with pines,
Where, foaming under the mountain spines,
The Inn's long water sounds and shines.

Zellen Woones Honey To Buy Zomehat Sweet

Why, his heart's lik' a popple, so hard as a stwone,

Vor 'tis money, an' money's his ho,

Zunday

In zummer, when the sheädes do creep

Below the Zunday steeple, round

Zaccheus

© John Newton

Zaccheus climbed the tree,
And thought himself unknown;
But how surprised was he
When Jesus called him down!
The Lord beheld him, though concealed,
And by a word his pow'r revealed.

Zebra

Kids once carried tin soldiers in their pockets as charms
against being afraid, but how trust soldiers these days
not to load up, aim, blast the pants off your legs?