Poems yet to be categorised
- Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?by Tupac Shakur 7 lines, 25 comments - 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 - The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn
Dispatches me as though I dropped down the knellby Harold Hart Crane 48 lines - Juventud, divino tesoro,
ya te vas para no volver!by Ruben Dario 171 lines, 4 comments - In the event of my Demise
when my heart can beat no moreby Tupac Shakur 12 lines, 19 comments - With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.by Robert Laurence Binyon 33 lines, 19 comments - I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know .by Edgar Albert Guest 25 lines, 7 comments - Quiero, a la sombra de un ala,
contar este cuento en flor:by Jose Marti 43 lines, 1 comment - when your hero falls from grace
all fairy tales r uncoveredby Tupac Shakur 16 lines, 13 comments - If suddenly you do not exist,
if suddenly you no longer live,by Pablo Neruda 39 lines, 4 comments - Today is filled with anger
fueled with hidden hateby Tupac Shakur 25 lines, 13 comments - Age saw two quiet children
Go loving by at twilight,by Robert Frost 26 lines, 5 comments - Seeking wine, the drinker leaves home for the tavern.
Perplexed, he asks, "Which path will take me there?"by Harivansh Rai Bachchan 155 lines - i exist in the depths of solitude
pondering my true goalby Tupac Shakur 16 lines, 2 comments - He's the Twistable Turnable Squeezable Pullable
Stretchable Foldable Man.by Sheldon Allan Silverstein 26 lines, 7 comments - A big locomotive has pulled into town,
Heavy, humungus, with sweat rolling down,by Julian Tuwim 66 lines, 3 comments - Ah, me! Ah, me! My weary doom to labour here in the Palace!
Seven good wine-jars have I - and three in my province.by Sugawara Takesue no Musume 9 lines, 1 comment - Country towns, with your willows and squares,
And farmers bouncing on barrel maresby Kenneth Slessor 25 lines, 6 comments - See, here's the workbox, little wife,
That I made of polished oak.'by Thomas Hardy 40 lines - I
Yo soy aquel que ayer no más decíaby Ruben Dario 114 lines, 4 comments - Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But, he with a chuckle repliedby Edgar Albert Guest 25 lines, 5 comments - -ligts out-
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneousby Jack Kerouac 20 lines, 4 comments - Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
You've all that the greatest of men have had,by Edgar Albert Guest 33 lines - Gas flaring on the yellow platform; voices running up and down;
Milk-tins in cold dented silver; half-awake I stare,by Kenneth Slessor 16 lines, 1 comment
