Dictionary Poems

Every murderer is probably somebody’s old friend. Discuss Agatha Christie

Now it’s over, and now it’s done; Why does everything look the same? Just as bright, the unheeding sun, — Can’t it see that the parting came? People hurry and work and swear, Laugh and grumble and die and wed, Ponder what they will eat and wear, — Don’t they know that our love is … Continued

Miss Don’t-do-this and Don’t-do-that Has such a sunny smileYou cannot help but chuckle at Her cuteness and her guile.Her locks are silken floss of gold, Her eyes are pansy blue:Maybe of years to eighty old The best is two. Miss Don’t-do-this and Don’t-do-that To roguishness is fain;To guard that laughter-loving brat Is quite a strain;But … Continued

When on my bed the moonlight falls, ; ; ; ;I know that in thy place of rest ; ; ; ;By that broad water of the west,There comes a glory on the walls:Thy marble bright in dark appears, ; ; ; ;As slowly steals a silver flame ; ; ; ;Along the letters of … Continued

And then a scholar said, Speak of Talking. And he answered, saying: You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your … Continued

She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership). O Henry

The Princess was of ancient line, Of royal race was she;Like cameo her face was fine, With sad serentiy:Yet bent she toiled with dimming eye, Her rice and milk to buy. With lacework that for pity plead, So out of date it seemed,She sought to make her daily bread, As of her past she dreamed:And … Continued

It takes a long time to turn a big country around. Just be of good cheer and keep working on it. Discuss Bill Clinton

He who is of calm and happy nature will hardly feel the pressure of age, but to him who is of an opposite disposition youth and age are equally a burden. Discuss Plato

AH, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain!Purples of Ages pause for you,Sunset reviews her Sapphire Regiment,Day drops you her red Adieu! Still, clad in your mail of ices,Thigh of granite and thew of steel–Heedless, alike, of pomp or parting,Ah, Teneriffe! I’m kneeling still. – AH, Teneriffe by Emily Dickinson