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Unfortunately, listed here are probably only the better known poets. In these modern times in which we live, there are countless poets whose work disappears into oblivion with their passing, as probably will mine when that day arrives for myself. If you have any poetry that you would like to have featured here, be-it from a passed loved one, or friend, and you have permission to do so, please feel free to contact me so that we can see about adding it to these pages. - Footnote: My poetry can be viewed under my name at Your Poetry Dot Com.



Latest Poems Added - TitleAuthorFirst Lines# Lines
Cupid's Darts, Which Are A Growing Menace To The PublicUnknownDo not worry if I scurry from the grill room in a hurry,20
A Appeal For Are To The Sextant Of The Old Brick Meetinouse By A GasperArabella M WillsonThe sextant of the meetinouse, which sweeps63
Exactly SoLady T. HastingsA speech, both pithy and concise,40
The MillenniumJames Kenneth StephenWill there never come a season16
SchoolJames Kenneth StephenIf there is a vile, pernicious,22
Her Little FeetWilliam Ernest HenleyHer little feet!... Beneath us ranged the sea,15
The Birth Of Saint PatrickSamuel LoverOn the eighth day of March it was, some people say,24
To My Empty PurseGeoffrey ChaucerTo you, my purse, and to none other wight,21
If We Didn't Have To EatNixon WatermanLife would be an easy matter36
CupidWilliam BlakeWhy was Cupid a boy,16
Erring In CompanyFranklin Pierce AdamsIf e'er my rhyming be at fault,28
The Prayer Of Cyrus BrownSam Walter FossThe proper way for a man to pray,24
Our Native BirdsNathan Haskell DoleAlone I sit at eventide;30
In The CatacombsHarlan Hoge BallardSam Brown was a fellow from way down East,45
Propinquity NeededCharles Battell LoomisCelestine Silvousplait Justine de Mouton Rosalie,20
The Legend Of Heinz Von SteinCharles G. LelandOut rode from his wild, dark castle24
To MinervaThomas HoodMy temples throb, my pulses boil,8
Old StuffBert Leston TaylorIf I go to see the play,28
Ode To Work In SpringtimeThomas R. YbarraOh, would that working I might shun,24
To The Pliocene SkullBret Harte (Francis)Speak, O man less recent!49
Early RisingJohn Godfrey Saxe IGod bless the man who first invented sleep!48
Comic MiseriesJohn Godfrey Saxe IMy dear young friend, whose shining wit64
Winter DuskR. K. MunkittrickThe prospect is bare and white,12
A RondelayPeter Anthony MotteuxMan is for woman made,18
Shake, Mulleary And Go-EtheHenry Cuyler BunnerI have a bookcase, which is what40
Two MenEdwin Arlington RobinsonThere be two men of all mankind16
When Moonlike Ore The Hazure SeasWilliam Makepeace ThackerayWhen moonlike ore the hazure seas24
Old Fashioned FunWilliam Makepeace ThackerayWhen that old joke was new,16
The Ultimate JoyUnknownI have felt the thrill of passion in the poet's mystic book24
From A Full HeartAlan Alexander MilneIn days of peace my fellow-men44
Mark Twain: A Pipe DreamOliver HerfordWell I recall how first I met28
MalbrouckFather ProutMalbrouck, the prince of commanders,48
To Longfellow.Denis Florence MacCarthyPensive within the Colosseum's walls28
FinisClark Ashton SmithIt seemed that from the west36
SaturnClark Ashton SmithNow were the Titans gathered round their king,258
The BalanceClark Ashton SmithThe world upheld their pillars for awhile -14
A Song Of DreamsClark Ashton SmithA voice came to me from the night, and said,54
CopanClark Ashton SmithAround its walls the forests of the west14
The Song Of The StarsClark Ashton SmithFrom the final reach of the upper night57
A Dead CityClark Ashton SmithThe twilight reigns above the fallen noon14
The Medusa Of The SkiesClark Ashton SmithHaggard as if resurgent from a tomb,14
Averted MaleficeClark Ashton SmithWhere mandrakes, crying from the moonless fen,14
The FugitivesClark Ashton SmithO fugitive fragrances12
To The SunClark Ashton SmithThy light is as an eminence unto thee,40
Pine NeedlesClark Ashton SmithO little lances, dipped in grey,8
A Live-Oak LeafClark Ashton SmithHow marvellous this bit of green8
The Dream-BridgeClark Ashton SmithAll drear and barren seemed the hours,8
A Dream Of BeautyClark Ashton SmithI dreamed that each most lovely, perfect thing14
To The DarknessClark Ashton SmithThou hast taken the light of many suns,49
The RetributionClark Ashton SmithOld Egypt's gods, Osiris, Ammon, Thoth,14
The Song Of A CometClark Ashton SmithA plummet of the changing universe,60
Shadow Of NightmareClark Ashton SmithWhat hand is this, that unresisted grips14
Retrospect And ForecastClark Ashton SmithTurn round, O Life, and know with eyes aghast14
White DeathClark Ashton SmithMethought the world was bound with final frost;14
The Nemesis Of SunsClark Ashton SmithLo, what are these, the gyres of sun and world,14
NirvanaClark Ashton SmithPoised as a god whose lone, detachèd post,14
Fairy LanternsClark Ashton SmithTis said these blossom-lanterns light8
The Cherry-SnowsClark Ashton SmithThe cherry-snows are falling now;8
The Eldritch DarkClark Ashton SmithNow as the twilight's doubtful interval14
The UnrevealedClark Ashton SmithHow dense the glooms of Death, impervious14
AtlantisClark Ashton SmithAbove its domes the gulfs accumulate14
LetheClark Ashton SmithI flow beneath the columns that upbear14
The Return Of HyperionClark Ashton SmithThe dungeon-clefts of Tartarus26
The Summer MoonClark Ashton SmithHow is it, O moon, that melting,14
The Snow-BlossomsClark Ashton SmithBut yestereve the winter trees8
The Cloud-IslandsClark Ashton SmithWhat islands marvellous are these,25
A SunsetClark Ashton SmithAs blood from some enormous hurt4
The Masque Of Forsaken GodsClark Ashton SmithWhat consummation of the toiling moon143
The WindsClark Ashton SmithTo me the winds that die and start,24
The Maze Of SleepClark Ashton SmithSleep is a pathless labyrinth,4
Lament Of The StarsClark Ashton SmithOne tone is mute within the starry singing,77
The Wind And The MoonClark Ashton SmithOh, list to the wind of the night, oh, hark,26
Ode On ImaginationClark Ashton SmithImagination's eyes71
The Last NightClark Ashton SmithI dreamed a dream: I stood upon a height,14
Ode To MusicClark Ashton SmithO woven fabric and bright web of sound,81
The Mystic MeaningClark Ashton SmithAlas! that we are deaf and blind12
The PriceClark Ashton SmithBehind each thing a shadow lies;4
The ButterflyClark Ashton SmithO wonderful and wingèd flow'r,80
The Soul Of The SeaClark Ashton SmithA wind comes in from the sea,15
Ode To The AbyssClark Ashton SmithO many-gulfed, unalterable one,76
MedusaClark Ashton SmithAs drear and barren as the glooms of Death,40
Song To OblivionClark Ashton SmithArt thou more fair15
The Mad WindClark Ashton SmithWhat hast thou seen, O wind,10
The Night ForestClark Ashton SmithIncumbent seemingly44
The Morning PoolClark Ashton SmithAll night the pool held mysteries,8
The Star-TreaderClark Ashton SmithA voice cried to me in a dawn of dreams,125
Chant To SiriusClark Ashton SmithWhat nights retard thee, O Sirius!27
NeroClark Ashton SmithThis Rome, that was the toil of many men,96
I Miei Saluti. (Italian Poems)Eric MackayTi saluto, Margherita24
Il Ponte D'Aviglio. (Italian Poems)Eric MackayO mesto bambino col capo chinato,24
La Zingarella. (Italian Poems)Eric MackayDimmi, dimmi, o trovatore,138
A Choral Ode To Liberty.Eric MackayO sunlike Liberty, with eyes of flame,140
A Veteran Poet.Eric MackayI knew thee first as one may know the fame14
A Prayer For England.Eric MackayAh, fair Lord God of Heaven, to whom we call, -14
Token Flowers.Eric MackayOh, not the daisy, for the love of God!14
The Sonnet King.Eric MackayO Petrarch! I am here. I bow to thee,14
Philomel.Eric MackayLo, as a minstrel at the court of Love,14
Cynthia.Eric MackayO Lady Moon, elect of all the spheres14
Victor Hugo.Eric MackayVictor the King! alive to-day, not dead!14
Ex Tenebra.Eric MackayThe winds have shower'd their rains upon the sod,14


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