Poems
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
...
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
...
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
...
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
...
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
...
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
...
The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
...
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
...
Writing a poem is not about bringing some words together to create some charming sentences. It's so much deeper than that. Writing poetry is a bridge that allows people to express their feelings and make others live every single word they read. Poetry is to educate people, to lead them away from hate to love, from violence to mercy and pity. Writing poetry is to help this community better understand life and live it more passionately. PoemHunter.com contains an enormous number of famous poems from all over the world, by both classical and modern poets. You can read as many as you want, and also submit your own poems to share your writings with all our poets, members, and visitors.
Let us have madness openly.
O men Of my generation.
Let us follow
The footsteps of this slaughtered age:
See it trail across Time's dim land
Into the closed house of eternity
With the noise that dying has,
With the face that dead things wear--
nor ever say
We wanted more; we looked to find
An open door, an utter deed of love,
Transforming day's evil darkness;
but We found extended hell and fog Upon the earth,
and within the head
A rotting bog of lean huge graves.
...
Maud went to college.
Sadie stayed home.
Sadie scraped life
With a fine toothed comb.
She didn't leave a tangle in
Her comb found every strand.
Sadie was one of the livingest chicks
In all the land.
...
In quiet corners where whispers reside,
There dwells a soul with dreams untied.
A pen in hand, thoughts take flight,
Crafting worlds in black and white.
He dances with words in twilight's embrace,
Finding beauty in the simplest space.
Each line a melody, each verse a song,
In the heart of silence, where he belongs.
...
Uncertainty looms large
In the clumsy world,
That's natural,
They know,
...
- given if happiness exists, yes
Oh human of rough times
Why being bad to self
...
The sky above, the earth below,
The winds that sing, the rivers that flow,
The trees that dance, the stars that shine—
All of them are friends of mine. 🌳✨
...
Though quantum physics may object
I regard you as more
than a tiny burst of light
dashing across my persistent memory.
...
In developing countries where the most needed manpower to turn fortune into reality, workforce is predominantly family and friends. Every privilege person in office pulls along their relatives regardless of their expertise in the field. Academic Qualification is usually thrown to the dogs and with reasonable amount of money your job is guaranteed. Probity and ccountability becomes the song of onlookers. No body accounts to nobody and the tradition goes on to this present day. The constitution and work ethics are only but storytelling by extension anyone with little amount of wealth is above the law.
Who watches the watchman, every citizen of adulthood needs to do something for a living and every public officer who leaves office with nothing to show in terms of property is mocked for being reckless. Nobody evaluate the remuneration attached to the office held everybody expects a comfortable life after service and for their descendants.
...
I knew an old man, once, whose weary eyes,
From life's long span held many fading sights.
Too many years had left their silent trace,
A quiet weariness upon his face.
...
There's beads in your eyes.
So silent as they form,
So quiet when they rise
Into the volume pool.
...
Throw gas on a fire, blame the flame for its burning desire
Pull the trigger on the gun, condemn the bullet for what's done
Lean upon the blade, fault the knife for cuts it has made
Inculpate the baby crying, the weak for not trying, the wounded for dying
...
It´s all a psych op
Distraction, lies and fake news
...
They don't see me—
not the bones beneath this smile,
not the screams I stitched beneath my skin.
...
I loved you like the sky loves flame—
Wild, unbound, without a name.
You came like thunder draped in grace,
And carved your fire into my face.
...
1. Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me save that thou art.
Thou my best thought by day and by night;
Waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.
...
I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
...
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
...
Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
...
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
...
The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; a rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
...
(This is a composition in Pilipino Language the first one I did, the only one, and hope some of the Filipinos will get this funny poem in this site. The poem is updated with English translation)
Noong taong otsenta dekada
...
Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
...
Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
...
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
...
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
...
"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
...
If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
...
A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
...
Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
...
185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
...
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
7/21/2025 10:42:58 AM # 1.0.0
