#AmericanWriters #PoemsOfPower
The passion you forbade my lips to… Will not be silenced. You must he… The sullen thunders when they roll… And when the tempest nears, with w… I know your calm forgetfulness is…
In grandmamma’s kitchen, things go… The cream in a pot on the shelf, Where everything always seemed pea… Got whipped, for I heard it mysel… And grandmamma said-such a queer t…
Let the dream go. Are there not o… In vastness of clouds hid from thy… That yet shall gild with beautiful… And shoot the shadows through and… What matters one lost vision of th…
A little time agone, a few brief y… And there was peace within our bea… Peace, and a prosperous people, an… Of war and its disorders. Pleasure was ruling goddess of our…
When my blood flows calm as a purl… When my heart is asleep and my bra… It is then that I vow we must par… That I will forget you, and put y… Out of my life, as a dream is bani…
Talk happiness. The world is sad… Without your woes. No path is who… Look for the places that are smoot… And speak of those, to rest the we… Of Earth, so hurt by one continuo…
If you are sighing for a lofty wor… If great ambitions dominate your m… Just watch yourself and see you do… The common little ways of being ki… If you are dreaming of a future go…
Alone she sat with her accusing he… That, like a restless comrade frig… And every thought that found her,… That hurt her so, she could not ev… Her heart that once had been a cup…
When from dawn till noon seems one… And from noon till night another, Oh, then should a little boy come… And creep into the arms of his mot… Snugly creep and fall asleep,
Be careful what rubbish you toss i… On outgoing billows it drifts from… But back on the incoming waves it… And land at your threshold again b… Be careful what rubbish you toss i…
The devil to Bacchus said, one da… In a scowling, growling, petulant… As he came from earth to hell: ‘There’s a soul above that I cann… And I’ve struggled long and well;
Do you want to peep into Bedlam T… Then come with me, when the day sw… Into the cradle, whose rockers rim… Some people call the horizon dim. All the mischief of all the fates
I think I hear the sound of horse… Beating upon the graveled avenue. Go to the window that looks on the… He would not let me die alone, I… Back to the couch the patient watc…
Talk happiness. The world is sad… Without your woe. No path is whol… Look for the places that are smoot… And speak of them to rest the wear… Of earth; so hurt by one continuou…
God, what a world, if men in stree… Felt that same kinship of the huma… Which makes them, in the face of f… Rise to the meaning of True Broth…