Poems live under these trees

Click on any bonsai to begin a random walk through the DayPoems collection.

DayPoems Forum

Click to submit poems to DayPoems, comment on DayPoems or a poem within, comment on other poetry sites, update links, or simply get in touch. DayPoems Forum.


DayPoems Favorites


  Tim Bovee, Private Trader: The left brain side of my life.
  mamabluefoot & the mountain walderkinder: A Cascadian mom and biologist teaches her children about the marvels growing around them.
  Bliss Fotography: Really cool photos from San Francisco
  A Poet on a Magical Journey Home
  Chronicles of a Sea Woman
  Parallels Studio
  Bipolar Poetry
  Mantra.X
  Poetry, Film and Books
  Poetry Archive

  Project Gutenberg, a huge collection of books as text, produced as a volunteer enterprise starting in 1990. This is the source of the first poetry placed on DayPoems.
  Tina Blue's Beginner's Guide to Prosody, exactly what the title says, and well worth reading.
  popomo.net, miniature, minimalist-inspired sculptures created from industrial cereamics, an art project at Lewis and Clark College in Portland, Oregon.
  pink.popomo.net, More projects from Portland
  oarena.net, Furby, Eliza, Mr_Friss and Miss_Friss.
  Save Point 0.8.1, a Portland, Oregon, exhibit, Aug. 13-Sept. 5, 2004, at Disjecta.



D
a
y
P
o
e
m
s


*

D
a
y
P
o
e
m
s


*

D
a
y
P
o
e
m
s


*

D
a
y
P
o
e
m
s


*

D
a
y
P
o
e
m
s


*

D
a
y
P
o
e
m
s

A dozen poems

For today

A version friendly to printer and palmtop

Won't you help support DayPoems?
Click here to learn how.


Won't you help support DayPoems?


Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . .

At Gibraltar, by George Edward Woodberry



I

England, I stand on thy imperial ground,
Not all a stranger; as thy bugles blow,
I feel within my blood old battles flow --
The blood whose ancient founts in thee are found

Complete Poem


To Be a Unicorn, by Janet Tedford



Sometimes I often wonder was I
at one time or another a unicorn running wild and free
in a land of unicorns oh so very far away
if I was I wish I was one again
oh to run wild and free with others would be a joy

Complete Poem


To His Coy Mistress, by Andrew Marvell



HAD we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side

Complete Poem


The Dreamer, by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay



"~Why do you seek the sun,
In your Bubble-Crown ascending?
Your chariot will melt to mist,
Your crown will have an ending.~"
"Nay, sun is but a Bubble,

Complete Poem


Mater Dolorosa, by William Barnes



I'D a dream to-night
As I fell asleep,
O! the touching sight
Makes me still to weep:
Of my little lad,

Complete Poem


Phillis 1, by Thomas Lodge



MY Phillis hath the morning sun
At first to look upon her;
And Phillis hath morn-waking birds
Her risings still to honour.
My Phillis hath prime-feather'd flowers,

Complete Poem


The Enchantment, by Thomas Otway



I DID but look and love awhile,
'Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
And now I have no power.

To sigh and wish is all my ease;

Complete Poem


Time and Grief, by William Lisle Bowles



O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay
Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence
(Lulling to sad repose the weary sense)
The faint pang stealest unperceived away;
On thee I rest my only hope at last,

Complete Poem


The Great Hunt, by Carl Sandburg



I cannot tell you now;
When the wind's drive and whirl
Blow me along no longer,
And the wind's a whisper at last --
Maybe I'll tell you then --

Complete Poem


The Buried City, by George Sylvester Viereck



My heart is like a city of the gay
Reared on the ruins of a perished one
Wherein my dead loves cower from the sun,
White-swathed like kings, the Pharaohs of a day.
Within the buried city stirs no sound,

Complete Poem


O sleep, my Babe, by Sara Coleridge



O SLEEP, my babe, hear not the rippling wave,
Nor feel the breeze that round thee ling'ring strays
To drink thy balmy breath,
And sigh one long farewell.

Soon shall it mourn above thy wat'ry bed,

Complete Poem


Red Roses, by Anne Christian



These red tears run down my wrists, falling onto a forgotten floor, laying in a pool of lost hope.
And it could have been a maddened angel who stole the virgins fate. No one will ever know, because no one ever cared.
And these red petals will continue to fill my outstretched palms, the thorns my back.
And I will transcend into oblivion, nothing more than an evaporating mist.

Complete Poem

Copyright

The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2012 by Timothy Keith Bovee. All rights reserved.

The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly attempt to assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors.

Google DayPoems


Support DayPoems

Buy your books here

Search:
Keywords:
In Association with Amazon.com