Old Poetry, by popularity

• Mother To Son

  Well, son, I'll tell you:
  Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

  by Langston Hughes 19 lines, 28 comments
• I Cry

  Sometimes when I'm alone
  I Cry,

  by Tupac Shakur 19 lines, 54 comments
• My Papa's Waltz

  The whiskey on your breath
  Could make a small boy dizzy;

  by Theodore Roethke 18 lines, 30 comments
• She Walks In Beauty

  She walks in Beauty, like the night
      Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

  by Lord George Gordon Byron 19 lines, 26 comments
• Nothing Gold Can Stay

  Nature's first green is gold,
  Her hardest hue to hold.

  by Robert Frost 10 lines, 48 comments
• La Niña de Guatemala (Verso IX)

  Quiero, a la sombra de un ala,
  contar este cuento en flor:

  by Jose Marti 43 lines, 1 comment
• The Crunch

  too much too little
  too fat

  by Charles Bukowski 102 lines, 10 comments
• Symptom Recital

  I do not like my state of mind;
  I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.

  by Dorothy Parker 19 lines, 3 comments
• Soneto XVII

  No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
  o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:

  by Pablo Neruda 16 lines, 5 comments
• The Giving Tree

  Once there was a tree....
  and she loved a little boy.

  by Sheldon Allan Silverstein 0 lines, 5 comments
• Bluebird

  there's a bluebird in my heart that
  wants to get out

  by Charles Bukowski 46 lines, 13 comments
• Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf

  As soon as Wolf began to feel
  That he would like a decent meal,

  by Roald Dahl 63 lines, 3 comments
• My Heart Leaps Up

  My heart leaps up when I behold
  A Rainbow in the sky:

  by William Wordsworth 8 lines, 19 comments
• Feelings

  There must be a wound!
  No one can be this hurt

  by Spike Milligan 12 lines, 43 comments
• The Second Coming

  TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
  The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

  by William Butler Yeats 22 lines, 27 comments
• This Be The Verse

  They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
  They may not mean to, but they do.

  by Philip Larkin 13 lines, 6 comments
• Incident

  Once riding in old Baltimore,
  Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;

  by Countee Cullen 12 lines, 11 comments
• The Road Not Taken

  Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both

  by Robert Frost 19 lines, 85 comments
• The War Sonnets: V The Soldier

  If I should die, think only this of me:
  That there's some corner of a foreign field

  by Rupert Brooke 14 lines, 14 comments
• Sonnet LXVI: I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

  I do not love you except because I love you;
  I go from loving to not loving you,

  by Pablo Neruda 19 lines, 11 comments
• Anthem For Doomed Youth

  What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
      Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

  by Wilfred Owen 13 lines, 26 comments
• So You Want To Be A Writer

  if it doesn't come bursting out of you
  in spite of everything,

  by Charles Bukowski 68 lines, 56 comments
• l(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness)

  le
  af

  by e e cummings 11 lines, 15 comments
• Woman To Man

  The eyeless labourer in the night
  the selfless, shapeless seed I hold,

  by Judith Wright 20 lines, 14 comments
• In The Event Of My Demise

  In the event of my Demise
  when my heart can beat no more

  by Tupac Shakur 12 lines, 20 comments
• “Hope” is the thing with feathers—

  Hope is the thing with feathers
  That perches in the soul,

  by Emily Dickinson 13 lines, 23 comments
• Derelict

  Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest—
  Drink and the devil had done for the rest—

  by Young Ewing Allison 70 lines, 3 comments
• A Dream Within A Dream

  Take this kiss upon the brow!
  And, in parting from you now,

  by Edgar Allan Poe 24 lines, 106 comments
• Conference Of The Birds

  'Attar began The Conference of the Birds (Mantiq al-tair) with an invocation praising the holy Creator in which he suggested that one mu

  by Farid al-Din Attar 29 lines, 27 comments
• Lucy Gray [or Solitude]

  Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray,
  And when I cross'd the Wild,

  by William Wordsworth 80 lines, 24 comments
• I, Too.

  I, too, sing America.
  I am the darker brother.

  by Langston Hughes 20 lines, 33 comments
• Sonnet 18: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?..."

  Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
  Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

  by William Shakespeare 13 lines, 23 comments
• 'Myself'

  I have to live with myself and so
  I want to be fit for myself to know.

  by Edgar Albert Guest 23 lines, 13 comments
• For The Fallen

  With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
  England mourns for her dead across the sea.

  by Robert Laurence Binyon 33 lines, 21 comments
• The Falling Leaves

  Today, as I rode by,
  I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree

  by Margaret Postgate Cole 11 lines, 16 comments
• Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, topaz

  I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
  or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

  by Pablo Neruda 16 lines, 65 comments
• The Surfer

  He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea;
  climbed through, slid under those long banks of

  by Judith Wright 21 lines, 5 comments
• A Sincere Man Am I (Verse I)

  A sincere man am I
  From the land where palm trees grow,

  by Jose Marti 183 lines, 5 comments
• The Rose That Grew From Concrete

  Did you hear about the rose that grew
  from a crack in the concrete?

  by Tupac Shakur 7 lines, 35 comments
• To Good Guys Dead

  They sucked us in;
  King and country,

  by Ernest Hemingway 8 lines, 15 comments

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