This Be The Verse
a poem by: Philip Larkin
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they...
The Listeners
a poem by: Walter de la Mare
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence ...
A Lovers Call XXVII
a poem by: Khalil Gibran
Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As i...
As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed
a poem by: Jack Prelutsky
As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, "Don't...
Paul Revere's Ride
a poem by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eightee...
