Poem of the day
Categories
Poetry Hubs
Explore
You can also search by theme, metrics, form
and more.
Poems
Poets
Page 46 of 190
Previous
Next
Out Of The Depths.
I.Let me forget her face!So fresh, so lovely! the abiding placeOf tears and smiles that won my heart to her;Of dreams and moods that moved my soul's dim deeps,As strong winds stirDark waters where the starlight glimmering sleeps.In every lineament the mind can trace,Let me forget her face!II.Let me forget her form!Soft and seductive, that contained each charm,Each grace the sweet word maidenhood implies;And all the sensuous youth of line and curve,That makes men's eyesBondsmen of beauty eager still to serve.In every part that memory can warm,Let me forget her form!III.Let me forget her, God!Her who made honeyed love a bitter rodTo scourge my heart with, barren with despair;To tea...
Madison Julius Cawein
Her Vesper Song.
The Summer lightning comes and goesIn one pale cloud above the hill,As if within its soft reposeA burning heart were never still -As in my bosom pulses beatBefore the coming of his feet.All drugged with odorous sleep, the roseBreathes dewy balm about the place,As if the dreams the garden knowsTook immaterial form and face -As in my heart sweet thoughts ariseBeneath the ardour of his eyes.The moon above the darkness showsAn orb of silvery snow and fire,As if the night would now discloseTo heav'n her one divine desire -As in the rapture of his kissAll of my soul is drawn to his.The cloud, it knows not that it glows;The rose knows nothing of its scent;Nor knows the moon that it bestowsLight on...
Sweethearts of the Year
Sweetheart Spring Our Sweetheart, Spring, came softly, Her gliding hands were fire, Her lilac breath upon our cheeks Consumed us with desire. By her our God began to build, Began to sow and till. He laid foundations in our loves For every good and ill. We asked Him not for blessing, We asked Him not for pain - Still, to the just and unjust He sent His fire and rain. Sweetheart Summer We prayed not, yet she came to us, The silken, shining one, On Jacob's noble ladder Descended from the sun. She reached our town of Every Day, Our dry and dusty sod - We prayed not, yet she brought to us The misty wine of Go...
Vachel Lindsay
Ganymede.
How, in the light of morning,Round me thou glowest,Spring, thou beloved one!With thousand-varying loving blissThe sacred emotionsBorn of thy warmth eternalPress 'gainst my bosom,Thou endlessly fair one!Could I but hold thee clasp'dWithin mine arms!Ah! upon thy bosomLay I, pining,And then thy flowers, thy grass,Were pressing against my heart.Thou coolest the burningThirst of my bosom,Beauteous morning breeze!The nightingale then calls meSweetly from out of the misty vale.I come, I come!Whither? Ah, whither?Up, up, lies my course.While downward the cloudsAre hovering, the cloudsAre bending to meet yearning love.For me,Within thine armsUpwards!Embraced and embracin...
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
As Created
There's a space for good to bloom inEvery heart of man or woman, -And however wild or human,Or however brimmed with gall,Never heart may beat without it;And the darkest heart to doubt itHas something good about it After all.
James Whitcomb Riley
By My Sweetheart
Sweetheart, be my sweetheartWhen birds are on the wing,When bee and bud and babbling floodBespeak the birth of spring,Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheartAnd wear this posy-ring!Sweetheart, be my sweetheartIn the mellow golden glowOf earth aflush with the gracious blushWhich the ripening fields foreshow;Dear sweetheart, be my sweetheart,As into the noon we go!Sweetheart, be my sweetheartWhen falls the bounteous year,When fruit and wine of tree and vineGive us their harvest cheer;Oh, sweetheart, be my sweetheart,For winter it draweth near.Sweetheart, be my sweetheartWhen the year is white and old,When the fire of youth is spent, forsooth,And the hand of age is cold;Yet, sweetheart, be my sweeth...
Eugene Field
Receiving Sight.
In hours of meditation fraught With mem'ries of departed days,Comes oft a tender, loving thought Of one who shared our youthful plays.In gayest sports and pleasures rife Whose happy nature reveled so,That on her ardent, joyous life A shadow lay, we did not know;And bade her look one summer night Up to the sky that seemed to hold,In dying sunset splendor bright, All hues of sapphire, red, and gold.How strange the spell that mystified Us all, and hushed our wonted glee,As sadly her sweet voice replied, "Why, don't you know I cannot see?"Too true! those eyes bereft of sight No blemish bare, no drop-serene,But nothing in this world of light And beauty they had ever seen.<...
Hattie Howard
Mary McNeely
Passer-By, To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved one. When the beloved one withdraws itself from your soul Then you have lost your soul. It is written: "l have a friend, But my sorrow has no friend." Hence my long years of solitude at the home of my father, Trying to get myself back, And to turn my sorrow into a supremer self. But there was my father with his sorrows, Sitting under the cedar tree, A picture that sank into my heart at last Bringing infinite repose. Oh, ye souls who have made life Fragrant and white as tube roses From earth's dark soil, Eternal peace!
Edgar Lee Masters
Motives.
I said that I would seeHer once, to curse her fair, deceitful grace,To curse her for my life-long agony;But when I saw her face,I said, "Sweet Christ, forgive both her and me."High swelled the chanted hymn,Low on the marble swept the velvet pall,I bent above, and my eyes grew dim,My sad heart saw it all -She loved me, loved me though she wedded him.And then shot through my soulA thrill of fierce delight, to think that heMust yield her form, his all, to Death's control,The while her love for meWould live, when sun and stars had ceased to roll.But no, on the white brow,Graved in its marble, was deep calm impressed,Saying that peace had come to her through woe;Saying, she had found restAt last, and I, I must not...
Marietta Holley
While Gazing On The Moon's Light.
While gazing on the moon's light, A moment from her smile I turned,To look at orbs, that, more bright, In lone and distant glory burned. But too far Each proud star, For me to feel its warming flame; Much more dear That mild sphere. Which near our planet smiling came;Thus, Mary, be but thou my own; While brighter eyes unheeded play,I'll love those moonlight looks alone, That bless my home and guide my way.The day had sunk in dim showers, But midnight now, with lustre meet.Illumined all the pale flowers, Like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said (while The moon's smile Played o'er a stream, in d...
Thomas Moore
Marianna Alcoforando
The sparrows wake beneath the convent eaves;I think I have not slept the whole night through.But I am old; the aged scarcely knowThe times they wake and sleep, for life burns down;They breathe the calm of death before they die.The long night ends, the day comes creeping in,Showing the sorrows that the darkness hid,The bended head of Christ, the blood, the thorns,The wall's gray stains of damp, the pallet bedWhere little Sister Marta dreams of saints,Waking with arms outstretched imploringlyThat seek to stay a vision's vanishing.I never had a vision, yet for meOur Lady smiled while all the convent sleptOne winter midnight hushed around with snow,I thought she might be kinder than the rest,And so I came to kneel before her feet,Sick with lo...
Sara Teasdale
Friendship.
Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving Thy strong regard for me,Make me no vows. Lip-service is not loving; Let thy faith speak for thee.Swear not to me that nothing can divide us - So little such oaths mean.But when distrust and envy creep beside us Let them not come between.Say not to me the depths of thy devotion Are deeper than the sea;But watch, lest doubt or some unkind emotion Embitter them for me.Vow not to love me ever and forever, Words are such idle things;But when we differ in opinions, never Hurt me by little stings.I'm sick of words: they are so lightly spoken, And spoken, are but air.I'd rather feel thy trust in me unbroken Than list thy words s...
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Magic Flower
You bear a flower in your hand,You softly take it through the air,Lest it should be too roughly fanned,And break and fall, for all your care.Love is like that, the lightest breathShakes all its blossoms o'er the land,And its mysterious cousin, Death,Waits but to snatch it from your hand.O some day, should your hand forget,Your guardian eyes stray otherwhere,Your cheeks shall all in vain be wet,Vain all your penance and your prayer.God gave you once this creature fair,You two mysteriously met;By Time's strange streamThere stood this Dream,This lovely ImmortalityGiven your mortal eyes to see,That might have been your darling yet;But in the placeOf her strange faceSorrow will stand forever more,
Richard Le Gallienne
Ode on Beauty.
Infinite peace is hanging in the air, Infinite peace is resting on mine eyes, That just an hour ago learnt how to bear Seeing your body's flaming harmonies. The grey clouds flecked with orange are and gold, Birds unto rest are falling, falling, falling, And all the earth goes slowly into night, Steadily turning from the harshly bright Sunset. And now the wind is growing cold And in my heart a hidden voice is calling. Say, is our sense of beauty mixed with earth When lip on lip and breast on breast we cling, When ecstasy brings short bright sobs to birth And all our pulses, both our bodies sing? When through the haze that gathers on my sight I see you...
Edward Shanks
The Secret.
The throng about her did not know, Her nearest friend could not surmise Whence came the brightness and the glow, The wondrous radiance of her eyes. One said, half enviously: "Your face Is beautiful with gladness rare, With that warm, generous heart of yours Some precious secret you must share." Ah, true beneath the filmy lace That rose and fell upon her breast, Her first love-taken held its place - From him, from him whom she loved best!
Jean Blewett
The Loving One Once More.
Why do I o'er my paper once more bend?Ask not too closely, dearest one, I prayFor, to speak truth, I've nothing now to say;Yet to thy hands at length 'twill come, dear friend.Since I can come not with it, what I sendMy undivided heart shall now convey,With all its joys, hopes, pleasures, pains, to-day:All this hath no beginning, hath no end.Henceforward I may ne'er to thee confideHow, far as thought, wish, fancy, will, can reach,My faithful heart with thine is surely blended.Thus stood I once enraptured by thy side,Gazed on thee, and said nought. What need of speech?My very being in itself was ended.
Barter
There is a long thin line of fading gold In the far West, and the transfigured leaves On some slight, topmost bough that sways and heavesHang limp and tremulous. Nor warm, nor cold The pungent air, and, 'neath the yellow haze, Show flushed and glad the wild, October ways.There is a soft enchantment in the air, A mystery the Summer knows not, nor The sturdy, frost-crowned Winter. Nature woreHer blandest smile to-day, as here and there I wandered, elf-beset, through wood and field And gleaned the glories of the autumn yield.A bunch of purple aster, golden-rod Darkened by the first frost, a drooping spray Of scarlet barberry, and tall and grayThe silk-cored cotton with its bursting pod, Some tarnished m...
Sophie M. (Almon) Hensley
Fsulan Idyl
Here, where precipitate Spring with one light boundInto hot Summer's lusty arms expires;And where go forth at morn, at eve, at night,Soft airs, that want the lute to play with them,And softer sighs, that know not what they want;Under a wall, beneath an orange-treeWhose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier onesOf sights in Fiesole right up above,While I was gazing a few paces offAt what they seemed to show me with their nods,Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots,A gentle maid came down the garden-stepsAnd gathered the pure treasure in her lap.I heard the branches rustle, and stept forthTo drive the ox away, or mule, or goat,(Such I believed it must be); for sweet scentsAre the swift vehicles of still sweeter thoughts,And nurs...
Walter Savage Landor