Poems yet to be categorised
- Night? Such may be your Rhine-land nights perhaps;
But this blood-red beam through the shutter's chinkby Robert Browning 454 lines - O'er night's brim, day boils at last:
Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brimby Robert Browning 217 lines, 1 comment - For we have thought the larger thoughts
And gone the shorter way.by Ernest Hemingway 5 lines, 4 comments - Good morning sweetheart.
Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart.by Nizar Qabbani 99 lines - They're burning off at the Rampadells,
The tawny flames uprise,by Dorothea Mackellar 28 lines, 2 comments - I used to broadcast at night
alone in a radio stationby Alden Nowlan 48 lines, 4 comments - 'Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.'
'Hang on, ' said a man from the shore.by Spike Milligan 23 lines, 1 comment - Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree --by Emily Jane Bronte 14 lines, 3 comments - Why hang'st thou lonely on yon withered bough?
Unstrung for ever, must thou there remain;by Henry Louis Vivian Derozio 15 lines, 3 comments - My son places his paint box in front of me
and asks me to draw a bird for him.by Nizar Qabbani 53 lines, 2 comments - And of me say the fools:
I entered the lodges of womenby Nizar Qabbani 51 lines, 2 comments - I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on
in the world between the covers of books,by Dylan Thomas 9 lines - It's boring and sad, and there's no one around
In times of my spirit's travail...by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov 13 lines, 4 comments - \Artifex vitae artifex sui\
Muy cerca de mi ocaso, yo te bendigo, Vida,by Amado Ruiz de Nervo 16 lines - After trying many years, and then
near death, the able man may knowby Michelangelo Buonarroti 16 lines, 32 comments - THE CRAB, the bullace, and the sloe,
They burgeon in the Spring;by Alfred Austin 35 lines - Your thoughts,
dreaming on a softened brain,by Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky 26 lines, 1 comment - Angels inhabit love songs. But they’re sprites
not seraphim. The angel that up-endedby Alden Nowlan 8 lines, 3 comments - Last night — it was a lovely night,
And I was very blest &mdaby Henry Louis Vivian Derozio 98 lines, 3 comments - Rise up to be born with me, brother.
Give me your hand from the deepby Pablo Neruda 50 lines - I saw our golden years on a black gale,
our time of love spilt in the furious dust.by Judith Wright 15 lines, 1 comment - High at the window in her cage,
The old canary sits and sings,by Sarah Orne Jewett 44 lines, 3 comments - Scene.--\Over Orcana. The house of Jules, who crosses its threshold with Phene: she is silent, on which Jules begins--\by Robert Browning 362 lines
