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Peace — Maxwell Sebastian Burchett	Peace by Maxwell "Max" Sebastian Burchett Wars and rumors of war it is said will be forevermore. If that is the fate of mankind, what are we to...	1,651 views Rate it
The Creation — James Weldon Johnson	And God stepped out on space, And he looked around and said: I'm lonely-- I'll make me a...	1,650 views Rate it
Meeting — Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva	Evening dimmed, like ourselves charmed With this first warmth of the spring. Stirring alive, Arbat was alarmed; With sympathetic tenderness, the kind Gale...	1,589 views Rate it
For My Sister Molly Who in the Fifties — Alice Walker	Once made a fairy rooster from Mashed potatoes Whose eyes I forget But green onions were his tail And his two legs were carrot sticks A tomato slice...	1,574 views Rate it
Peace or Happiness…let it enfold you — Charles Bukowski	I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated. I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing. I was hard as...	1,563 views Rate it
In the Morning — Paul Laurence Dunbar	'LIAS! 'Lias! Bless de Lawd! Don' you know de day's erbroad? Ef you don' git up, you scamp, Dey'll be trouble in dis camp. Tink I gwine to let you sleep...	1,539 views Rate it
Come, Said My Soul — Walt Whitman	Come, said my soul, Such verses for my body let us write, (For we are One), That should I after death invisibly return, Or, long, long hence, in other...	1,526 views Rate it
I'm "wife"—I've finished that — Emily Dickinson	I'm "wife"—I've finished that— That other state— I'm Czar—I'm "Woman" now— It's safer...	1,522 views Rate it
Defeat — Kahlil Gibran	Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness; You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs, And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory. Defeat, my...	1,514 views Rate it
A Bottle And Friend — Robert Burns	There's nane that's blest of human kind, But the cheerful and the gay, man, Fal, la, la,...	1,511 views Rate it
She Walks In Beauty — George Gordon Lord Byron	She walks in Beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus...	1,491 views Rate it
Lancelot And Elaine — Alfred Lord Tennyson	Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable, Elaine, the lily maid of Astolat, High in her chamber up a tower to the east Guarded the sacred shield of...	1,486 views Rate it
The Lockless Door — Robert Frost	It went many years, But at last came a knock, And I thought of the door With no lock to...	1,483 views Rate it
Grin — Robert William Service	If you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about -- Grin. If you're feeling pretty groggy, and you're licked beyond a doubt -- ...	1,470 views Rate it
The Waste Land — T. S. Eliot	"Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σιβυλλα τι θελεις; respondebat illa: αποθανειν...	1,468 views Rate it
Saul — Robert Browning	I....	1,461 views Rate it
Trumpet Player — Langston Hughes	The Negro With the trumpet at his lips Has dark moons of weariness Beneath his eyes where the smoldering memory of slave ships Blazed to the crack of...	1,456 views Rate it
The Second Coming — William Butler Yeats	TURNING and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the...	1,451 views Rate it
To Failure — Philip Larkin	You do not come dramatically, with dragons That rear up with my life between their paws And dash me butchered down beside the wagons, The horses...	1,443 views Rate it
Solitude — George Gordon Lord Byron	To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot...	1,443 views Rate it
The Idiot Boy — William Wordsworth	'Tis eight o'clock,--a clear March night, The moon is up,--the sky is blue, The owlet, in the moonlight air, Shouts from nobody knows where; He...	1,433 views Rate it
No Rack can torture me — Emily Dickinson	No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder...	1,428 views Rate it
Expostulation and Reply — William Wordsworth	"Why, William, on that old grey stone, Thus for the length of half a day, Why, William, sit you thus alone, And dream your time...	1,427 views Rate it
Faces — Walt Whitman	SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road--lo! such faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality; The...	1,416 views Rate it
Why I Wake Early — Mary Oliver	Why I Wake Early Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the...	1,407 views Rate it