Poems yet to be categorised
- So each passing minute with you
Pendulummed with sadness.by Spike Milligan 8 lines, 33 comments - Weep you no more, sad fountains;
What need you flow so fast?by John Dowland 18 lines, 3 comments - GOD gave all men all earth to love,
But since our hearts are small,by Rudyard Kipling 96 lines - LIKE a huge Python, winding round and round
The rugged trunk, indented deep with scars,by Toru Dutt 60 lines, 1 comment - We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to riseby Emily Dickinson 9 lines, 5 comments - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child!
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart?by Lord George Gordon Byron 1345 lines, 2 comments - The world is full of gladness,
There are joys of many kinds,by Edgar Albert Guest 24 lines - I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand:by Lord George Gordon Byron 2044 lines, 3 comments - I lie on my back at midnight
hearing the marvelous strange chimeby Jack Kerouac 42 lines, 1 comment - Why don't the records go blank
the instant the singer dies?by Alden Nowlan 18 lines, 1 comment - Ye in the age gone by,
Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!--by Friedrich von Schiller 128 lines, 1 comment - There are never any suicides in the quarter among people one knows
No successful suicides.by Ernest Hemingway 12 lines, 4 comments - he drank wine all night of the
28th, and he kept thinking of her:by Charles Bukowski 54 lines, 11 comments - Infinite consanguinity it bears
This tendered theme of you that lightby Harold Hart Crane 19 lines - Pigeons on the grass alas.
Pigeons on the grass alas.by Gertrude Stein 15 lines, 5 comments - 'It is a foolish thing,' said I,
'To bear with such, and pass it by;by Thomas Hardy 15 lines, 1 comment - In June, amid the golden fields,
I saw a groundhog lying dead.by Richard Eberhart 58 lines, 3 comments - With what attentive courtesy he bent
Over his instrument;by Frances Darwin Cornford 8 lines, 2 comments - He was going to be all that a mortal should be
Tomorrow.by Edgar Albert Guest 24 lines, 2 comments - I come to interview a Voiceless ghost;
Whither, O whither will its whim now draw me?by Thomas Hardy 37 lines, 1 comment - PROLOGUE
1 He who created the firmament by the omnipotent might of his power,by Shota Rustaveli 773 lines - The lush of the river singing morning songs
Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.by Spike Milligan 11 lines, 2 comments - The students drowsed and drowned
in the Teacher's ponderous monotone -by Colin Thiele 35 lines, 2 comments - I have been a mulitude of shapes,
Before I assumed a consistant form.by Taliesin 244 lines - yes, they begin out in a willow, I think
the starch mountains begin out in the willowby Charles Bukowski 60 lines, 2 comments - We learnt the creed at Hungerford,
We learnt the creed at Bourke;by Henry Lawson 24 lines, 1 comment
