1. The Dandelion's pallid tube - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1878 times on American Poems.

The Dandelion's pallid tube
Astonishes the Grass,
And Winter instantly becomes
An infinite Alas --

The tube uplifts a signal Bud
And then a shouting Flower, --
The Proclamation of the Suns
That sepulture is o'er.(Read full poem)

Some coffee had gotten on a man's ape. The man said, 
animal did you get on my coffee? 

No no, whistled the ape, the coffee got on me. 

You're sure you didn't spill on my coffee? said the man.

Do I look like a liquid? peeped the ape.

Well you... (Read full poem)

3. Leaves Compared With Flowers - written by Robert Frost
From A Further Range. Published in 1936. Read 8907 times on American Poems.

A tree's leaves may be ever so good,
So may its bar, so may its wood;
But unless you put the right thing to its root
It never will show much flower or fruit.

But I may be one who does not care
Ever to have tree bloom or bear.
Leaves for smooth and... (Read full poem)

Much as he left it when he went from us
Here was the room again where he had been
So long that something oh him should be seen,
Or felt—and so it was. Incredulous,
I turned about, loath to be greeted thus,
And there he was in his old chair,... (Read full poem)

5. After the Sea-Ship. - written by Walt Whitman
From Leaves of Grass. Published in 1900. Read 3025 times on American Poems.

AFTER the Sea-Ship—after the whistling winds; 
After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes, 
Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks, 
Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship: 
Waves of the... (Read full poem)

It came at last but prompter Death
Had occupied the House --
His pallid Furniture arranged
And his metallic Peace --

Oh faithful Frost that kept the Date
Had Love as punctual been
Delight had aggrandized the Gate
And blocked the coming in.(Read full poem)

7. Death is the supple Suitor - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 2418 times on American Poems.

Death is the supple Suitor
That wins at last --
It is a stealthy Wooing
Conducted first
By pallid innuendoes
And dim approach
But brave at last with Bugles
And a bisected Coach
It bears away in triumph
To Troth unknown
And Kindred as responsive
As... (Read full poem)

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.(Read full poem)

9. Or from that Sea of Time. - written by Walt Whitman
From Leaves of Grass. Published in 1900. Read 1931 times on American Poems.

1
OR, from that Sea of Time, 
Spray, blown by the wind—a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells; 
(O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold and voiceless! 
Yet will you not, to the tympans of temples held, 
Murmurs and echoes... (Read full poem)

WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the
	capitol,
	still it was not a happy night for me that follow’d; 
And else, when I carous’d, or when my plans were accomplish’d, still I was not happy; 
But the... (Read full poem)

11. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend - written by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Read 1745 times on American Poems.

My most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend,
The pallid hare that runs before the day
Having brought your earnest counsels to an end
Now have I somewhat of my own to say:
That it is folly to be sunk in love,
And madness plain to make the matter... (Read full poem)

HERE the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest-lasting: 
Here I shade and hide my thoughts—I myself do not expose them, 
And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.(Read full poem)

13. The Return - written by Ezra Pound
Read 11606 times on American Poems.

See, they return; ah, see the tentative
     Movements, and the slow feet,
     The trouble in the pace and the uncertain
     Wavering!

See, they return, one, and by one,
With fear, as half-awakened;
As if the snow should hesitate
And murmur in... (Read full poem)

I SAW in Louisiana a live-oak growing, 
All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches; 
Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous leaves of dark green, 
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself; 
But I... (Read full poem)

15. Gathering Leaves - written by Robert Frost
From New Hampshire. Published in 1923. Read 12043 times on American Poems.

Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.

I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.

But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my... (Read full poem)

On a day like this the rain comes
down in fat and random drops among
the ailanthus leaves---"the tree
of Heaven"---the leaves that on moon-
lit nights shimmer black and blade-
shaped at this third-floor window.
And there are bunches of small... (Read full poem)

17. Carmen De Boheme - written by Hart Crane
Read 1287 times on American Poems.

Sinuously winding through the room 
On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, -- 
Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume 
The andante of smooth hopes and lost regrets. 

Bright peacocks drink from flame-pots by the wall, 
Just as... (Read full poem)

Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom,
With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes,
Stern thoughts and awful from thy soul arise,
Like Farinata from his fiery tomb.
Thy sacred song is like the trump of doom;
Yet in thy heart what human... (Read full poem)

19. It will be Summer -- eventually. - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 2724 times on American Poems.

It will be Summer -- eventually.
Ladies -- with parasols --
Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes --
And little Girls -- with Dolls --

Will tint the pallid landscape --
As 'twere a bright Bouquet --
Thro' drifted deep, in Parian --
The Village lies --... (Read full poem)

The Captain becomes moody at sea. He's
afraid of water; such bully amounts that prove the
seas. . . 

  A glass of water is one thing. A man easily downs
it, capturing its menace in his bladder; pissing it
away. A few drops of rain do little harm,... (Read full poem)

21. Last Love - written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Read 1332 times on American Poems.

The first flower of the spring is not so fair 
Or bright, as one the ripe midsummer brings. 
The first faint note the forest warbler sings 
Is not as rich with feeling, or so rare 
As when, full master of his art, the air 
Drowns in the liquid... (Read full poem)

Books litter the bed,
leaves the lawn. It
lightly rains. Fall has
come: unpatterned, in
the shedding leaves.

The maples ripen. Apples
come home crisp in bags.
This pear tastes good.
It rains lightly on the
random leaf patterns.

The nimbus is... (Read full poem)

23. Justice Arnett - written by Edgar Lee Masters
Read 651 times on American Poems.

It is true, fellow citizens,
That my old docket lying there for years
On a shelf above my head and over
The seat of justice, I say it is true
That docket had an iron rim
Which gashed my baldness when it fell --
(Somehow I think it was shaken... (Read full poem)

You've seen Balloons set -- Haven't You?
So stately they ascend --
It is as Swans -- discarded You,
For Duties Diamond --

Their Liquid Feet go softly out
Upon a Sea of Blonde --
They spurn the Air, as t'were too mean
For Creatures so renowned... (Read full poem)

25. On Carpaccio's Picture:  The Dream of St. Ursula - written by Amy Lowell
From A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass. Read 1617 times on American Poems.

Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor
From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight,
The level sunshine slants, its greater light
Quenching the little lamp which pallid, poor,
Flickering, unreplenished, at the door
Has striven... (Read full poem)