#AmericanWriters #PoemsOfPower
Last summer, lazing by the sea, I met a most entrancing creature, Her black eyes quite bewildered me… She had a Spanish cast of feature… She often smoked a cigarette,
Because of the fullness of what I… All that I have seems poor and va… If I had not been happy, I were n… Tho’ my salt is savorless, why com… From the ripe perfection of what w…
Where are the temperance people? Well, scattered here and there: Some gathering in their produce To show at the autumn fair; Some threshing wheat for market,
We will be what we could be. Do n… ‘It might have been, had not this,… No fate can keep us from the chose… He only might who is. We will do what we could do. Do n…
It may be, yet I have not found i… In those first golden dreams of fu… I did not find such happiness as c… When toil was crowned with triumph… My words have recognition, and wil…
As we hurry away to the end, my fr… Of this sad little farce called ex… We are sure that the future will b… And that is the grave in the dista… And so when our lives run along al…
Over the ocean of life’s commotion We sail till the night comes on. Sail and sail in a tiny boat, Drifting wherever the billows go. Out on the treacherous sea afloat,
Said Willie to Tom ‘Let us hie a… To the wonderful Island of Endles… It lies off the border of ’No Sch… And abounds with pleasures, I und… There boys go swimming whenever th…
Baby was playing and down he fell,… Mama will kiss him and make him we… Oh! what a miracle this is! Baby was running and stubbed his t… If mama will kiss him the pain wil…
However skilled and strong art tho… However fierce is thy relentless h… Though firm thy hand, and strong t… Thy poisoned arrow leaves the bend… To pierce the target of my heart,…
The saddest hour of anguish and of… Is not that season of supreme desp… When we can find no least light an… To gild the dread, black shadow of… Not in that luxury of sorrow when
I see the tall church steeples— They reach so far, so far; But the eyes of my heart see the w… Where the starving people are. I hear the church bells ringing
Why should the poet of these pregn… Be asked to sing of war’s unholy c… To laud and eulogize the trade whi… On horrid holocausts of human live… Man was a fighting beast when eart…
The Muse said, Let us sing a litt… Wherein no hint of wrong, No echo of the great world need, o… Shall mar the strain. Lock fast the swinging portal of t…
In golden youth when seems the ear… A Summer-land of singing mirth, When souls are glad and hearts are… And not a shadow lurks in sight, We do not know it, but there lieu