My Precious Girl by Tiffany Ann Monroe
So tiny,so small, and taken from us all Why God, have you forsaken me, You took my daughter before she could see Her first crawl, her 1st walk, her first word. I’m asking you god, have you even heard Are all my prayers and words in vain? Can you somehow take away this pain? I […]
My Miracle Valentine by Tirtha Raj Baral (Sanu Punatare)
I never make-believe that there can be this day, This is the day of love which could find its way. Every day I lookout the sunrise and the sunset, I enjoy the beauty of flowers bloom around me. I can float on the breeze and fly on the wind, I can travel the cosmos, watch […]
Mother Earth; Her Beauty And Her Destruction by TMBedell
I awake to hear her voices, her smells bring me alive, and Mother Earth is all around me wanting for me to step outside. I see her creatures playing, the birds singing a tune, and the grasses are swaying to her sweet breaths perfume. Beauty is all around me, life in full bloom, waiting for […]
Motel Seedy by Thomas Lux
Motel Seedy by Thomas Lux The artisans of this room, who designed the lamp base (a huge red slug with a hole where its heart should be) or chose this print of a butterscotch sunset, must have been abused in art class as children, forced to fingerpaint with a nose, or a tongue. To put […]
Marine Snow At Mid-Depths And Down by Thomas Lux
Marine Snow At Mid-Depths And Down by Thomas Lux As you descend, slowly, falling faster past you this snow, ghostly, some flakes bio- luminescent (you plunge, and this lit snow doesn’t land at your feet but keeps falling below you): single-cell-plant chains, shreds of zooplankton’s mucus food traps, fish fecal pellets, radioactive fallouts, sand grains, […]
Lucky by Thomas Lux
Lucky by Thomas Lux One sweet pound of filet mignon sizzles on the roadside. Let’s say a hundred yards below the buzzard. The buzzard sees no cars or other buzzards between the mountain range due north and the horizon to the south and across the desert west and east no other creature’s nose leads him […]
Love’s Divinest Power by Timothy Thomas Fortune
Let mad ambition strive to gain The cherished wish that yields but pain; Let others seek for wealth alone, And with its cares their lives atone; But let me live my fleeting hour The slave of Love’s divinest power. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic […]
Love of the heart by Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon
Menu+ Home 100 Poetry Monster Poets Directory Best Love Poems Free Poetry Quotes Publish your Poems Peace is all just what we need! Love is the greatest friend we plead No one has ever known who loves you nor hates you. We look outward with the appearance but human are desperate inward. Human heart determines […]
Just A Dance by Tiffany M
Baby hear me out Please Don’t just let us sink I have no planned route I just care about what you think Without a doubt There’s times I just don’t know what to say But since the day I met you I adore you more each and every day And I hope you did too […]
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In Token Of The Love You Gave by Timothy Thomas Fortune
In token of the love you gave, The faith, the trust, reposed in me, When our young hearts were gay and free, I plant this flower upon thy grave! The world is far too poor to give A value like it took away! I nevermore a joyous day, Since you are gone, shall know or […]
I shall not be a shame by Torm Gardson
Menu+ Home 100 Poetry Monster Poets Directory Best Love Poems Free Poetry Quotes Publish your Poems I have started to sow Since when I no -nothing Until now that I know How to plant bold; seed of good deeds I have lived on the land Where afflictions taste like sweet I live in the land […]
I Make My bed Of Roses by Timothy Thomas Fortune
I make my bed of roses sweet! I scorn the frowns of envious Fate! I will my careless song repeat While ’round may surge contending hate! For life is what we make it still, And I am master of my will. Then let me quaff life’s nectar wine And live, a lord, the passing hour; […]
Henry Clay’s Mouth by Thomas Lux
Henry Clay’s Mouth by Thomas Lux Senator, statesman, speaker of the House, exceptional dancer, slim, graceful, ugly. Proclaimed, before most, slavery an evil, broker of elections (burned Jackson for Adams), took a pistol ball in the thigh in a duel, delayed, by forty years, with his compromises, the Civil War, gambler (“I have always paid […]
He Has Lived In Many Houses by Thomas Lux
He Has Lived In Many Houses by Thomas Lux furnished rooms, flats, a hayloft, a tent, motels, under a table, under an overturned rowboat, in a villa (briefly) but not, as yet, a yurt. In these places he has slept, eaten, put his forehead to the window glass, looking out. He’s in a stilt-house now, […]
Gorgeous Surfaces by Thomas Lux
Gorgeous Surfaces by Thomas Lux They are, the surfaces, gorgeous: a master pastry chef at work here, the dips and whorls, the wrist-twist squeezes of cream from the tube to the tart, sweet bleak sugarwork, needlework toward the perfect lace doily where sit the bone-china teacups, a little maze of meaning maybe in their arrangement […]
Gentle Heart, Indulge Thy Dreaming by Timothy Thomas Fortune
Gentle heart, indulge thy dreaming! Wake not from thy peaceful mood! The great world around thee streaming Holds no joy one-half so good! Soon thy dreams must have an ending! Thou wilt wake some early morn And, o’er shattered idols bending, Find thy peace from thee is torn! ————— The End And that’s the End […]
Death of the Legend by Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon
Menu+ Home 100 Poetry Monster Poets Directory Best Love Poems Free Poetry Quotes Publish your Poems I wake and heard the death of the legend Believing is so hard I shook my head in dismay my mind turns sad Let my pen sing the song of the lose of a great hero. Let it bow […]
A Little Tooth by Thomas Lux
A Little Tooth by Thomas Lux Your baby grows a tooth, then two, and four, and five, then she wants some meat directly from the bone. It’s all over: she’ll learn some words, she’ll fall in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet talker on his way to jail. And you, your wife, get old, flyblown, […]
A Library Of Skulls by Thomas Lux
A Library Of Skulls by Thomas Lux Shelves and stacks and shelves of skulls, a Dewey Decimal number inked on each unfurrowed forehead. Here’s a skull who, before he lost his fleshy parts and lower bones, once walked beside a river (we’re in the poetry section now) his head full of love and loneliness; and […]
A Lady Aurum by Thriveni Mysore
Facing the idolum of near successive picture perfection I sat looking at her in all earthly wide wonder All that I had heard of her became much clear I kept thanking the happy chance for such lucky reflection. Gentle grace, lucid charm, distinct person full of pristine vision Setting forth moral marks by austerity, halting […]
A Kiss by Thomas Lux
A Kiss by Thomas Lux One wave falling forward meets another wave falling forward. Well-water, hand-hauled, mineral, cool, could be a kiss, or pastures fiery green after rain, before the grazers. The kiss — like a shoal of fish whipped one way, another way, like the fever dreams of a million monkeys — the kiss […]
Yet Gentle Will the Griffin Be by Vachel Lindsay
(What Grandpa told the Children) The moon? It is a griffin’s egg, Hatching to-morrow night. And how the little boys will watch With shouting and delight To see him break the shell and stretch And creep across the sky. The boys will laugh. The little girls, I fear, may hide and cry. Yet gentle will […]
Yankee Doodle by Vachel Lindsay
This poem is intended as a description of a sort of Blashfield mural painting on the sky. To be sung to the tune of Yankee Doodle, yet in a slower, more orotund fashion. It is presumably an exercise for an entertainment on the evening of Washington’s Birthday. Dawn this morning burned all red Watching them […]
Written for a Musician by Vachel Lindsay
HUNGRY for music with a desperate hunger I prowled abroad, I threaded through the town; The evening crowd was clamoring and drinking, Vulgar and pitiful–my heart bowed down– Till I remembered duller hours made noble By strangers clad in some suprising grace. Wait, wait my soul, your music comes ere midnight Appearing in some unexpected […]
With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses by Vachel Lindsay
I saw Lord Buddha towering by my gate Saying: “Once more, good youth, I stand and wait.” Saying: “I bring you my fair Law of Peace And from your withering passion full release; Release from that white hand that stabbed you so. The road is calling. With the wind you go, Forgetting her imperious disdain […]
Why I Voted the Socialist Ticket by Vachel Lindsay
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life’s unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the unloving, say life should be lovely. I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness. Man is a curious brute — he pets his fancies — Fighting mankind, to win sweet luxury. So he will […]
Who Knows? by Vachel Lindsay
They say one king is mad. Perhaps. Who knows? They say one king is doddering and grey. They say one king is slack and sick of mind, A puppet for hid strings that twitch and play. Is Europe then to be their sprawling-place? Their mad-house, till it turns the wide world’s bane? Their place of […]
Where Is the Real Non-Resistant by Vachel Lindsay
(Matthew V, 38-48.) Who can surrender to Christ, dividing his best with the stranger, Giving to each what he asks, braving the uttermost danger All for the enemy, MAN? Who can surrender till death His words and his works, his house and his lands, His eyes and his heart and his breath? Who can surrender […]
Where Is David, the Next King of Israel? by Vachel Lindsay
Where is David? . . . O God’s people, Saul has passed, the good and great. Mourn for Saul the first-anointed — Head and shoulders o’er the state. He was found among the Prophets: Judge and monarch, merged in one. But the wars of Saul are ended And the works of Saul are done. Where […]
When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich by Vachel Lindsay
He paid a Swede twelve bits an hour Just to invent a fancy style To spread the celebration paint So it would show at least a mile. Some things they did I will not tell. They’re not quite proper for a rhyme. But I will say Yim Yonson Swede Did sure invent a sunflower time. […]
When Bryan Speaks by Vachel Lindsay
When Bryan speaks, the town’s a hive. From miles around, the autos drive. The sparrow chirps. The rooster crows. The place is kicking and alive. When Bryan speaks, the bunting glows. The raw procession onward flows. The small dogs bark. The children laugh A wind of springtime fancy blows. When Bryan speaks, the wigwam shakes. […]
What the Sexton Said by Vachel Lindsay
Your dust will be upon the wind Within some certain years, Though you be sealed in lead to-day Amid the country’s tears. When this idyllic churchyard Becomes the heart of town, The place to build garage or inn, They’ll throw your tombstone down. Your name so dim, so long outworn, Your bones so near to […]
What the Rattlesnake Said by Vachel Lindsay
The moon’s a little prairie-dog. He shivers through the night. He sits upon his hill and cries For fear that I will bite. The sun’s a broncho. He’s afraid Like every other thing, And trembles, morning, noon and night, Lest I should spring, and sting. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem […]
What the Moon Saw by Vachel Lindsay
Two statesmen met by moonlight. Their ease was partly feigned. They glanced about the prairie. Their faces were constrained. In various ways aforetime They had misled the state, Yet did it so politely Their henchmen thought them great. They sat beneath a hedge and spake No word, but had a smoke. A satchel passed from […]
What the Miner in the Desert Said by Vachel Lindsay
The moon’s a brass-hooped water-keg, A wondrous water-feast. If I could climb the ridge and drink And give drink to my beast; If I could drain that keg, the flies Would not be biting so, My burning feet be spry again, My mule no longer slow. And I could rise and dig for ore, And […]
What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said by Vachel Lindsay
The moon’s a gong, hung in the wild, Whose song the fays hold dear. Of course you do not hear it, child. It takes a FAIRY ear. The full moon is a splendid gong That beats as night grows still. It sounds above the evening song Of dove or whippoorwill. ————— The End And that’s […]
What the Ghost of the Gambler Said by Vachel Lindsay
WHERE now the huts are empty, Where never a camp-fire glows, In an abandoned cañon, A Gambler’s Ghost arose. He muttered there, “The moon’s a sack Of dust.” His voice rose thin: “I wish I knew the miner-man. I’d play, and play to win. In every game in Cripple-creek Of old, when stakes were high, […]
What the Coal-Heaver Said by Vachel Lindsay
The moon’s an open furnace door Where all can see the blast, We shovel in our blackest griefs, Upon that grate are cast Our aching burdens, loves and fears And underneath them wait Paper and tar and pitch and pine Called strife and blood and hate. Out of it all there comes a flame, A […]
What Semiramis Said by Vachel Lindsay
THE moon’s a steaming chalice, Of honey and venom-wine. A little of it sipped by night Makes the long hours divine. But oh, my reckless lovers, They drain the cup and wail, Die at my feet with shaking limbs And tender lips all pale. Above them in the sky it bends Empty and gray and […]