401. Trouble In De Kitchen Dey was oncet a awful quoil ‘twixt de skillet an' de pot;
De pot was des a-bilin' an' de skillet sho' was hot.Dey slurred each othah's colah an' dey called each othah names,
402. Twell De Night Is Pas’ All de night long twell de moon goes down,
Lovin' I set at huh feet,Den fu' de long jou'ney back f'om de town,
403. Twilight ‘Twixt a smile and a tear,
‘Twixt a song and a sigh,‘Twixt the day and the dark,
404. Two Little Boots Two little boots all rough an' wo',
Two little boots!Law, I 's kissed 'em times befo',
405. Two Songs A bee that was searching for sweets one day
Through the gate of a rose garden happened to stray.In the heart of a rose he hid away,
406. Unexpressed Deep in my heart that aches with the repression,
And strives with plenitude of bitter pain,There lives a thought that clamors for expression,
407. Vagrants Long time ago, we two set out,
My soul and I. I know not why,
408. Vengeance Is Sweet When I was young I longed for Love,
And held his glory far aboveAll other earthly things. I cried:
409. Wadin’ In De Crick Days git wa'm an' wa'mah,
School gits mighty dull,Seems lak dese hyeah teachahs
410. Waiting The sun has slipped his tether
And galloped down the west.(Oh, it's weary, weary waiting, love.)
411. Weltschmertz You ask why I am sad to-day,
I have no cares, no griefs, you say?Ah, yes, ‘t is true, I have no grief-
412. W’en I Gits Home It's moughty tiahsome layin' ‘roun'
Dis sorrer-laden earfly groun',An' oftentimes I thinks, thinks I,
413. What’s The Use What's the use o' folks a-frownin'
When the way's a little rough?Frowns lay out the road fur smilin'
414. When A Feller’s Itchin’ To Be Spanked W'en us fellers stomp around, makin' lots o' noise,
Gramma says, “There's certain times come to little boysW'en they need a shingle or the soft side of a plank;”
415. When All Is Done When all is done, and my last word is said,
And ye who loved me murmur, “He is dead,”Let no one weep, for fear that I should know,
416. When Dey ‘listed Colored Soldiers Dey was talkin' in de cabin, dey was talkin' in de hall;
But I listened kin' o' keerless, not a-t'inkin' 'bout it all;An' on Sunday, too, I noticed, dey was whisp'rin' mighty much,
417. When Malindy Sings G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy-
Put dat music book away;What's de use to keep on tryin'?
418. When Sam’l Sings Hyeah dat singin' in de medders
Whaih de folks is mekin' hay?Wo'k is pretty middlin' heavy
419. When The Old Man Smokes In the forenoon's restful quiet,
When the boys are off at school,When the window lights are shaded
422. Whistling Sam I has hyeahd o' people dancin' an' I 's hyeahd o' people singin'.
An' I 's been ‘roun' lots of othahs dat could keep de banjo ringin';But of all de whistlin' da'kies dat have lived an' died since Ham,
423. Whittier Not o'er thy dust let there be spent
The gush of maudlin sentiment;Such drift as that is not for thee,
432. Why Fades A Dream WHY fades a dream?
An iridescent rayFlecked in between the tryst
433. The Spellin'-Bee I NEVER shall furgit that night when father hitched up Dobbin,
An' all us youngsters clambered in an' down the road went bobbin'To school where we was kep' at work in every kind o' weather,
435. Love's Seasons When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine
And the summer days are in their bloom,Then my love is deepest, oh, dearest heart of mine,
436. Love's Chastening Once Love grew bold and arrogant of air,
Proud of the youth that made him fresh and fair;So unto Grief he spake, 'What right hast thou
437. When Dey 'Listed Colored Soldiers Dey was talkin' in de cabin, dey was talkin' in de hall;
But I listened kin' o' keerless, not a-t'inkin' 'bout it all;An' on Sunday, too, I noticed, dey was whisp' rin' mighty much
438. The Fisher Child's Lullaby THE wind is out in its rage to-night,
And your father is far at sea.The rime on the window is hard and white
450. Noddin' By De Fire SOME folks t'inks hit's right an' p'opah,
Soon ez bedtime come erroun',Fu' to scramble to de kiver,
Total 513 poems written by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Poem of the day
A March Day In London by Amy Levy
The east wind blows in the street to-day;
The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey.
'Tis the wind of ice, the wind of fire,
Of cold despair and of hot desire,
Which chills the flesh to aches and pains,
And sends a fever through all the veins.