POET POEMS

With You In My Life

My Life was a book of empty pages,
Some shredded in rages,
Others crayoned in black,
Proof how my life was a wreck.
.....

Salma Hatim

Wormwood And Nightshade

The troubles of life are many,
The pleasures of life are few;
When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,
I dreamt that the skies were blue-
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

A Cup Of Tea

I thought and thought and thought,
For a perfect subject.
To write my first poem,
As a poet on Internet.
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Kanika Sajwan

Sonnet 08

VIII

Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,
Whose chance on these defenceless dores may sease,
.....

John Milton

Studio Composition

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen

Iam A Poet

Iam a poet
i have been writing for a while
for both the black and white,
of late none of my literature
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Francis Ngwenya

Poetry

Poetry is a painting of words,
The colours are our tears and thoughts,
That flow from the mind to the pen in hand and onto the paper.
The different figure of speech and tone used in poetry enhances its texture.
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Salma Hatim

Freedom's Plow

When a man starts out with nothing,
When a man starts out with his hands
Empty, but clean,
When a man starts to build a world,
.....

Langston Hughes

The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell

THE ARGUMENT

RINTRAH roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
.....

William Blake

True Diffidence

My boy, you may take it from me,
That of all the afflictions accurst
With which a man's saddled
And hampered and addled,
.....

William Schwenck Gilbert

Sonnet 017: Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come

Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:
.....

William Shakespeare

A Poet Is Not A Killer,but A Soldier

A poet is not a killer
but a soldier or builder who builds social clubs,
communities and broken homes,
with his verbs and verses,
.....

Francis Ngwenya

Waring

I

What's become of Waring
Since he gave us all the slip,
.....

Robert Browning

Higher Lover

Time willingly caught in deja vu, Repeating this timeless moment
I slowly drown in your ocean blue eyes
In this heated atmosphere,we stuck, icily frozen

.....

Faizel Farzee

A Basket Of Summer Fruit

First see those ample melons-brindled o'er
With mingled green and brown is all the rind;
For they are ripe, and mealy at the core,
And saturate with the nectar of their kind.
.....

Charles Harpur

Meaning Of Poem

The feelings of my heart,
The way of expressing,
Are poetry
In the area of ​​snuffery,
.....

Murari Lal

Bénédiction (benediction)

Lorsque, par un décret des puissances suprêmes,
Le Poète apparaît en ce monde ennuyé,
Sa mère épouvantée et pleine de blasphèmes
Crispe ses poings vers Dieu, qui la prend en pitié:
.....

Charles Baudelaire

The Promise

The promise
Life is with promise
Life is full of promise
Relationships are built on promise
.....

Mubarak Alabelewe

What If

WHAT IF

What if,
our fore parent had not eaten the forbidden fruit
.....

Paciolo Pen Saint

The Rose-bud

'See, Daphne, see!' Florelio cried,
'And learn the sad effects of pride;
Yon shelter'd rose, how safe conceal'd!
How quickly blasted when reveal'd!
.....

William Shenstone

Mayakovsky

1
My heart's aflutter!
I am standing in the bath tub
crying. Mother, mother
.....

Frank O'hara

A Poet Of One Mood

A poet of one mood in all my lays,
Ranging all life to sing one only love,
Like a west wind across the world I move,
Sweeping my harp of floods mine own wild ways.
.....

Alice Meynell

In Memory Of W.b. Yeats

I

He disappeared in the dead of winter:
The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted,
.....

W. H. Auden

Voronezh

For Osip Mandelstam

And the town is frozen solid in a vice,
Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass.
.....

Anna Akhmatova

All Mad

“He is mad as a hare, poor fellow,
And should be in chains,” you say.
I haven't a doubt of your statement,
But who isn't mad, I pray?
.....

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Corydon

A PASTORAL

SCENE: A roadside in Arcady

.....

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

To Cowper

Sweet are thy strains, celestial Bard;
And oft, in childhood's years,
I've read them o'er and o'er again,
With floods of silent tears.
.....

Anne Brontë

The Old Pond

Following are several translations
of the 'Old Pond' poem, which may be
the most famous of all haiku:

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Matsuo Basho

For The Birthday Of Edgar Allan Poe

(January 19, 1909)

Poet of doom, dementia, and death,
Of beauty singing in a charnel house,
.....

Richard Le Gallienne

Locksley Hall Sixty Years After

Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,
Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts,

Wander'd back to living boyhood while I heard the curlews call,
.....

Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Praise Of Limestone

If it form the one landscape that we, the inconstant ones,
Are consistently homesick for, this is chiefly
Because it dissolves in water. Mark these rounded slopes
With their surface fragrance of thyme and, beneath,
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W. H. Auden

Dejection: An Ode

Late, late yestreen I saw the new moon,
With the old moon in her arms;
And I fear, I fear, my master dear!
We shall have a deadly storm.
.....

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Flower And The Leaf: Or, The Lady In The Arbour.[1]

A VISION.


Now turning from the wintry signs, the sun,
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John Dryden

A Blue Valentine

(For Aline)


Monsignore,
.....

Joyce Kilmer

Careers

Father is quite the greatest poet
That ever lived anywhere.
You say you're going to write great music-
I chose that first: it's unfair.
.....

Robert Graves

Letter To Maria Gisborne

The spider spreads her webs, whether she be
In poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree;
The silk-worm in the dark green mulberry leaves
His winding sheet and cradle ever weaves;
.....

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Corny Bill

His old clay pipe stuck in his mouth,
His hat pushed from his brow,
His dress best fitted for the South --
I think I see him now;
.....

Henry Lawson

Love Displays

It displays the feelings of my heart
It displays the love that I am filled with
Like those sticks and stones that represents their own broken part of us

.....

Tinyiko Baloyi

Elizabeth

Elizabeth, it surely is most fit
[Logic and common usage so commanding]
In thy own book that first thy name be writ,
Zeno and other sages notwithstanding;
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Edgar Allan Poe

I Would Not Paint'a Picture

505

I would not paint-a picture-
I'd rather be the One
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Emily Dickinson

Saadi

Trees in groves,
Kine in droves,
In ocean sport the scaly herds,
Wedge-like cleave the air the birds,
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Ralph Waldo Emerson

August Moon

Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high,
In the glowing August sky,
Quenching all her neighbor stars,
Save the steady flame of Mars.
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Emma Lazarus

Smells

WHY is it that the poet tells
So little of the sense of smell?
These are the odors I love well:

.....

Christopher Morley

Pleasant Prophecies

A day of gladness yet will dawn,
Though when I cannot say;
Perhaps it may be Thursday week,
Perhaps some other day,â??
.....

Robert Fuller Murray

Who Was Crazy, And, Who Was Stupid?

The day turned dark
All rainbows dispersed
Everything became fairy tale-like
A tale that none can tell
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Fahredin Shehu

Amateur Poet

You see that sheaf of slender books
Upon the topmost shelf,
At which no browser ever looks,
Because they're by . . . myself;
.....

Robert Service

How We Drove The Trotter

Oh, he was a handsome trotter, and he couldn't be completer,
He had such a splendid action and he trotted to this metre,
Such a pace and such a courage, such a record-killing power,
That he did his mile in two-fifteen, his twenty in the hour.
.....

William Thomas Goodge

A True Account Of Talking To The Sun On Fire Island

y! I've been
trying to wake you up for fifteen
minutes. Don't be so rude, you are
only the second poet I've ever chosen
.....

Frank O'hara

The Fairy

Said Ann to Matilda, 'I wish that we knew
If what we've been reading of fairies be true.
Do you think that the poet himself had a sight of
The fairies he here does so prettily write of?
.....

Charles Lamb

Uniformity

Though we think alike
but our actions are nothing alike
Today, we march in unity
then the next day we are in disparity
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Ogunjobi Olaitan