* A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z | Latest poems | Random poems | Poets | Submit poem
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.
poem by Sara Teasdale
Added by Dan Costinaş
Comment! | Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian
More quotes by Sara Teasdale...
The 'Doc' says I've acute tennis elbow,
Head-scratching as I don't own a racket.
Wallet-ache is now beginning to show,
As the treatment is costing a packet.
poem by Greg Costello
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
More about tennis...
A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the night offers toads and black dogs and corpses of the drowned.
Yasunari Kawabata in House of the Sleeping Beauties And Other Stories
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
More about poetry...
Once Upon an autumn day,
Colorful leaves began to fade
In the midst of a chilly, frosty air
As multitude of trees grew steadily bare.
Once upon an autumn day,
The whispering breeze was here to stay
Moving aimlessly through the countless trees
Scattering leaves with the greatest of ease.
Once upon an autumn day,
The leaves whirled freely in every way,
Until at last they came to rest
Finding a haven in which to nest.
Once upon an autumn day,
The trees were dormant, and the leaves lay
Waiting for the winter snow to fall
To quickly obscure them one and all.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
What person explain enjoy west lake good
Good scene without time
Fly canopy each chase
Greedy towards flower in drunk jade cup
Who know idle lean railing place
Fragrant grass slant ray
Water far mist small
One point Blue Isle white egret fly
Who can explain why we love it- West Lake is good.
The beautiful scene is without time,
Flying canopies chase each other,
Greedy to be among the flowers, drunk, with a jade cup.
Who can know I'm idle here, leaning on the rail.
Fragrant grass in slanting rays,
Fine mist on distant water,
One white egret flying from the Immortal Isle.
poem by Ouyang Xiu
Added by Dan Costinaş
Comment! | Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian
The might of music, and its mystic fire,
Will from no studied Art alone proceed;
The soul of Orpheus must thrill the lyre,
The breath of Pan must blow the plaintive reed.
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
