EVENING POEMS

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Quite A Habit....

Here comes the morning;
Blue sky, lush grass, dew drops
Yet thee not beholding my eyes;
Here comes the noon;
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Aabby

Aabby
Macdougal Street

As I went walking up and down to take the evening air,
(Sweet to meet upon the street, why must I be so shy?)
I saw him lay his hand upon her torn black hair;
(”Little dirty Latin child, let the lady by!”)
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Slow Love Song...

Woke up with an empty feeling,
Missing you in my surrounding.
In my bed I kept on wishing,
Hoping I'd never stop dreaming.
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Az Mo

Az Mo
A Busy Man

This crowded life of God's good giving
No man has relished more than I;
I've been so goldarned busy living
I've never had the time to die.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Anaphora

Each day with so much ceremony
begins, with birds, with bells,
with whistles from a factory;
such white-gold skies our eyes
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Elizabeth Bishop
Studio Composition

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
Mother's Love

No love is comparable to a mother's love
Inspiration when life becomes tough
Mother's love is unconditional and eternal
Sacrificial lamb for the child
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Borklo Solomon

Borklo Solomon
They And I

Morning.
I am the rising sun.
They bow to me,
They even shower
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Kanwar Dinesh Singh

Kanwar Dinesh Singh
The Escape Of The Old Grey Squirrel

Old Grey Squirrel might have been
Almost anything -
Might have been a soldier, sailor,
Tinker, tailor
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Alfred Noyes

Alfred Noyes
Love Street

I also took grief and suffering in love.
Ask me, what types of streets that I have passed.

What type of fire on my chest
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Shariq Lone

Shariq Lone
The Barefoot Boy

Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Peace

A man must earn his hour of peace,
Must pay for it with hours of strife and care,
Must win by toil the evening's sweet release,
The rest that may be portioned for his share;
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell

THE ARGUMENT

RINTRAH roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
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William Blake

William Blake
Michael: A Pastoral Poem

If from the public way you turn your steps
Up the tumultuous brook of Green-head Ghyll,
You will suppose that with an upright path
Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
There Was A Boy

There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander! many a time,
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
I Died To Live Again

Evening smile must be worn,
Tonight's dinner is served
With the drumming of their guns.
Battalion of thirsty soldiers are on the verge
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Dauda Tholley

Dauda Tholley
Oh! Night

The old man looking out from the unclad window of his tiny hut,
He grinned his teeth and smile as the night greets his wrinkled face with it's crimson tide of a beautiful grim from a maiden moonlight.

To him; Oh! Age how often you come,
.....
Iyke Flint

Iyke Flint
Guessing Time

It's guessing time at our house; every evening after tea
We start guessing what old Santa's going to leave us on our tree.
Everyone of us holds secrets that the others try to steal,
And that eyes and lips are plainly having trouble to conceal.
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
In Memory Of My Mother

I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
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Patrick Kavanagh
The Old Huntsman

I've never ceased to curse the day I signed
A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece.
'Twas a bad deal all round; and dear enough
It cost me, what with my daft management,
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Siegfried Sassoon

Siegfried Sassoon
The Sunshine Cat

They did this to her, the men who know her, the man
She loved, who loved her not enough, being selfish
And a coward, the husband who neither loved nor
Used her, but was a ruthless watcher, and the band
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Kamala Das
An Evening

In the evening the sky was overcast.

And through the grove full of silence and grief

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Georg Trakl
Beautiful Soup

BEAUTIFUL Soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
.....
Lewis Carroll

Lewis Carroll
Two Old Houses

Away from mismatched buildings which seems to go on above the 7th heaven with perfect shape and structure yet with poorest enlightenment, there is a pretty yet petty little small town at the edge of the waters.
Away from cold hearts handling warm coffee sitting in crisp winter air, there is a town with warm hearts handling cold coffee in peaceful summer air.
A bit too far away from here in that pretty little town, there is a street with perfect enlightenment and finally in that street, there stands two houses proudly facing each other since 1987.
One house Is bold white and the other one is dull black with same structure, same kind of tulips in their garden which sway slightly in the same air as they nod each other greetings in the morning.
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Riya Saluja

Riya Saluja
The Other

The forest ended. Glad I was
To feel the light, and hear the hum
Of bees, and smell the drying grass
And the sweet mint, because I had come
.....

Edward Thomas
Thoughtful Reflection

Bright as crystal,
Shining like anew,
Readily contained,
Emotions approach,
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Casey Ginindza

Casey Ginindza
Breathe Slowly

O beloved,
come, let's do something,
let's read the lines of our fate,
come, let's do something.
.....
Pallavi Deepchand

Pallavi Deepchand
Evening Voluntaries - To Lucca Giordano

Giordano, verily thy Pencil's skill
Hath here portrayed with Nature's happiest grace
The fair Endymion couched on Latmos-hill;
And Dian gazing on the Shepherd's face
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Meaning Of Poem

The feelings of my heart,
The way of expressing,
Are poetry
In the area of ​​snuffery,
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Murari Lal

Murari Lal
Ode 1373

I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.

The power of love came into me,
.....

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
The Names

Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night.

A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze,

.....

Billy Collins
My Namesake

Addressed to Francis Greenleaf Allison of Burlington, New Jersey.

You scarcely need my tardy thanks,
Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Signs

It's “be a good boy, Willie,”
And it's “run away and play,
For Santa Claus is coming
With his reindeer and his sleigh.”
.....
Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
Young Fellow My Lad

“Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad,
On this glittering morn of May?”
“I'm going to join the Colours, Dad;
They're looking for men, they say.”
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Elegy Iv. Ophilia's Urn. To Mr. Graves

Through the dim veil of evening's dusky shade,
Near some lone fane, or yew's funereal green,
What dreary forms has magic Fear survey'd!
What shrouded spectres Superstition seen!
.....

William Shenstone
A Patio

At evening
they grow weary, the patio's two or three colours.
Tonight, the moon, bright circle,
fails to dominate space.
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Jorge Luis Borges
Evening In A Sugar Orchard

From where I lingered in a lull in march
outside the sugar-house one night for choice,
I called the fireman with a careful voice
And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch:
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
A True Love

What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see,
What dear delight the blooms to bees, my true love is to me!
As fresh and lusty Ver foul Winter doth exceed-
As morning bright, with scarlet sky, doth pass the evening's weed-
.....

Nicholas Grimald
Ojira, To Her Lover

I am waiting in the desert, looking out towards the sunset,
And counting every moment till we meet.
I am waiting by the marshes and I tremble and I listen
Till the soft sands thrill beneath your coming feet.
.....

Laurence Hope (adela Florence Cory Nicolson)
South Of My Days

South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country,
rises that tableland, high delicate outline
of bony slopes wincing under the winter,
low trees, blue-leaved and olive, outcropping granite-
.....

Judith Wright
Elegy Xxv. To Delia, With Some Flowers

Whate'er could Sculpture's curious art employ,
Whate'er the lavish hand of Wealth can shower,
These would I give-and every gift enjoy,
That pleased my fair-but Fate denies the power.
.....

William Shenstone
Tiare Tahiti

Mamua, when our laughter ends,
And hearts and bodies, brown as white,
Are dust about the doors of friends,
Or scent ablowing down the night,
.....
Rupert Brooke

Rupert Brooke
The Secret People

Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget.
For we are the people of England, that never have spoken yet.
There is many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully,
There is many a free French peasant who is richer and sadder than we.
.....
G. K. Chesterton

G. K. Chesterton
Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O-clock Poems)

Remembering you is good
in prison
amid the news
of victory and death
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Nazim Hikmet
Evening Primrose

When once the sun sinks in the west,
And dewdrops pearl the evening's breast;
Almost as pale as moonbeams are,
Or its companionable star,
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John Clare

John Clare
Evening

'Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track,
And gone to its nest is the wren,
And the packman snail, too, with his home on his back,
Clings to the bowed bents like a wen.
.....
John Clare

John Clare
Hesper

Her eyes are like the evening air,
Her voice is like a rose,
Her lips are like a lovely song,
That ripples as it flows,
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Henry Van Dyke
She Sweeps With Many-colored Brooms,

She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh, housewife in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
.....
Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Butterflies

In a fragile vase
In your chamber are
Preserved butterflies
That when touched by
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Jose Asuncion Silva
A Song

sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
The handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
.....

Joseph Brodsky