By Wendy Xu
Music, wind, someone’s car horn Imagining to return Buddha’s big toe on the lake Your intricate gaze...
Explore Poems: Syllabic
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- By Shane McCraeWhen Richmond is finally one of the world’s great capitals I will line the streets with apple trees and whenever...
- By CaedmonNu scilun herga hefenricæs uard metudæs mehti and his modgithanc uerc uuldurfadur sue he uundra gihu...
- By Langston HughesHave you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie, Caramel...
- By Dante Micheauxfrom locusts and wild honey On a lesser diet than that of the wretched rests a prophecy: some of us ...
- By Honorée Fanonne JeffersThe breaking of clouds begins with seizure. A man grabs another, reasons ransom. A murder averted in...
- By Caroline BirdI surrender my weapons:Catapult Tears, Rain-Cloud Hat,Lip Zip, Brittle Coat, Taut Teethin guarded rows...
- By Zaffar KunialMeaning “homeland” — mulk(in Kashmir) — exactly how my son demands milk. • Full-rhyme with Jhelum,the river nearest...
- By Malcolm CowleyNot that the pines were darker there, nor mid-May dogwood brighter there, nor swifts more swift in summer...
- By Paul VioliWhere the blossoms fall like snow on the dock bring fifty thousand in cash or you’ll never see your ...
- By William Butler YeatsShe that but little patience knew, From childhood on, had now so much A grey gull lost its fear and ...
- By William Butler Yeats'O words are lightly spoken,' Said Pearse to Connolly, 'Maybe a breath of politic words Has withered...
- By William Butler YeatsO but we talked at large before The sixteen men were shot, But who can talk of give and take, What should...
- By William Butler YeatsWhat need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence And...
- By William Butler YeatsKnow, that I would accounted be True brother of a company That sang, to sweeten Ireland's wrong, Ballad and story, rann and song; ...
- By Rudyard KiplingAcross a world where all men grieve And grieving strive the more, The great days range like tides and leave Our dead on every shore...
- By Rudyard KiplingFor all we have and are, For all our children's fate, Stand up and take the war. The Hun is at the gate...
- By Thomas HardyI looked up from my writing, And gave a start to see, As if rapt in my inditing, The moon's full gaze...
- By Patricia SmithThis is not morning. There is a nastiness slowing your shoes, something you shouldn’t step in. It’s ...