Poems about Tribute

• A Dead Friend

  IT hardly seems that he is dead, 
    So strange it is that we are here 

  by Norman Rowland Gale 16 lines, 3 comments
• Oda al Tomate

  La calle
  se llenó de tomates,

  by Pablo Neruda 85 lines
• Acrostic

  Daily work and pastime daily
  In their order taking gaily

  by Lewis Carroll 16 lines, 1 comment
• The Ballad Of William Sycamore [1790-1871]

  My father, he was a mountaineer,
  His fist was a knotty hammer;

  by Stephen Vincent Benet 76 lines, 2 comments
• Women Of The West

  They left the vine-wreathed cottage and the mansion on the hill,
  The houses in the busy streets where life is never still,

  by George Essex Evans 33 lines, 8 comments
• Adolf Hitler

  Two men are joined as one in you:
  One seems cold and hard,

  by Anonymous European 11 lines, 14 comments
• Wilfred Owen – 114 years and beyond

  18th March celebrates the birth of a fine poet and soldier Wilfred Owen
  

  by Old Poetry 56 lines
• To Helen - 1848

  I saw thee once &mdash once only &mdash years ago:
  I must not say how many &mdash but not many.

  by Edgar Allan Poe 69 lines, 3 comments
• The Men of the Open Spaces

  These are the men with the sun-tanned faces
  and the keen far-sighted eyes-

  by William Henry Ogilvie 20 lines
• In Memory of my Dear Grandchild Anne Bradstreet, who deceased June 20, 1669, being Three Years and S

  With troubled heart and trembling hand I write.
  The heavens have changed to sorrow my delight.

  by Anne Bradstreet 17 lines, 2 comments
• Oracion por Antonio Machado (With English Translation)

  From such depth his glances came
  One could hardly see them flame

  by Ruben Dario 48 lines
• The Shearers Wife

  Before the glare o’ dawn I rise
  To milk the sleepy cows, an’ shake

  by Louis Esson 18 lines, 9 comments
• Taraana-e-Hind (With English Translation)

  Better than the whole wide world is our India;
  we're its nightingales, it is our flower-garden.

  by Muhammed Iqbal 35 lines, 1 comment
• A Ship In A Bottle

  In a sailormen's restaurant Rotherhithe way,
  Where the din of the docksides is loud all the day,

  by Cicely Fox Smith 62 lines, 2 comments
• Magpies

  Along the road the magpies walk
  with hands in pockets, left and right.

  by Judith Wright 14 lines, 3 comments
• Kabul

  Translation I
  by Dr. Josephine Barry Davis

  by Mirza Muhammed Ali Saib 64 lines, 4 comments
• I hate you – I love you

  I hate you for your weakness,
  your strong arm and tearful face

  by Vazha Pshavela 44 lines, 3 comments
• The Spoils Of Annwfn

  I praise the Lord, the Sovereign of the royal realm,
  Who has extended his sway over the tract of the world.

  by Taliesin 16 lines
• Helen Keller

  In the dark,
  Found light

  by Langston Hughes 17 lines
• The Runner

  As when at Delphi, Thymus close behind,
  He flew through stadium to applause's roar,

  by Jose Maria de Heredia y Giraud 17 lines
• Adonais: An elegy on the Death of John Keats

  I weep for Adonais -he is dead!
  O, weep for Adonais! though our tears

  by Percy Bysshe Shelley 605 lines, 3 comments
• Robert E. Lee

  The man was loved, the man was idolized,
  The man had every just and noble gift.

  by Stephen Vincent Benet 12 lines, 1 comment
• At Tauba's Death I Swore

  At Tauba's death I swore
  I would not cry

  by Laila Akhyaliyya 22 lines, 1 comment
• Patriotism 2: Nelson, Pitt, Fox

  TO mute and to material things
  New life revolving summer brings;

  by Sir Walter Scott 143 lines
• Ode on St. Cecilia's Day

  Descend ye Nine! descend and sing; 
  The breathing instruments inspire, 

  by Alexander Pope 146 lines
• Old Friendship

  Beautiful and rich is an old friendship, Grateful to the touch as ancient ivory, Smooth as aged wine, or sheen of tapestry Where light has lingered, intimate an

  by Eunice Tietjens 9 lines, 6 comments
• Indian Names

  Ye shall say they all have passed away,
      That noble race and brave,

  by Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney 39 lines, 2 comments
• Elegy for Owain

  God, consider the soul's need
  of Owain son of Urien!

  by Taliesin 23 lines, 2 comments
• Soneto a Cervantes (With English Translation)

  In all my days of troubled loneliness
  And fretted grief Cervantes is to me

  by Ruben Dario 31 lines, 1 comment
• Wordsworth

  Two voices are there: one is of the deep;
  It learns the storm cloud's thunderous melody,

  by James Kenneth Stephen 14 lines

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