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What makes a poem famous? Is it the poet's fame? We feel a famous poem is one that has stood the test of time. They are truly classic verses that inspire and encourage us. Famous poems are ones that are shared and that inspire us.

Poetry is truly an art form, with words and verses that move us. Many times we can feel the passion of the poet. Poetry can make us stop and think. We may find ourselves reflecting on life as we know it and consider how others see a similar situation. The best poetry opens our hearts and our eyes and makes us realize that many of the issues we face today, people have faced the same challenges hundreds of years ago.

Our collection of famous poems also provides a link to more poems and a brief biography of the poet. We hope you find them inspiring and encouraging.

Famous Poets:
Edgar A. Guest Berton Braley Douglas Malloch
Patience Strong Strickland Gillilan Wilhelmina Stitch
David V. Bush Nixon Waterman John Imrie
Lillian E. Curtis Daniel C. Colesworthy J.J. Thorne
William Arthur Ward Henry VanDyke Mary C. Ryan
Ella Wheeler Wilcox Caleb Davis Bradlee Arthur Franklin Fuller
Eloise A. Skimings Eugene Field Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ralph Waldo Emerson Ellwood Haines Stokes Althea Randolph
Alice Cary Phoebe Cary Amy Lowell
Christina Rossetti James Henry Thomas Ardeen Foster
Mary Mapes Dodge Edgar Allan Poe Robert Louis Stevenson

Famous Poems

Edgar A. Guest
Edgar A. Guest Poems
1. Sacrifice
Poet: Edgar A. Guest

When he has more than he can eat
To feed a stranger's not a feat.

When he has more than he can spend
It isn't hard to give or lend.

Who gives but what he'll never miss
Will never know what giving is.

He'll win few praises from his Lord
Who does but what he can afford.

The widow's mite to heaven went
Because real sacrifice it meant.

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Berton Braley
Berton Braley Poems

2. My One Talent

Poet: Berton Braley

If I were but a painter
I'd make your picture, dear,
In hues which grow no fainter,
But brighten year by year;

And if I were a singer
With voice that caroled true,
That voice would be the bringer
Of notes of love to you!

A poet or a writer
I'd pen your glory, too;
A soldier or a fighter-
The fight should be for you!

But I'm so ordinary,
So plain and commonplace,
I know no way to vary
The praises of your grace;

My ways of turtle-doving
Are simple, tried and few,
My only art is lover-
And all my love's for you

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douglas malloch
Douglas Malloch Poems

3. Constancy

Poet: Douglas Malloch

Tall and trim the pine tree grows,
Every limb with verdure glows;
Winter keen or autumn sere
Finds it green through all the year.
Life hath snow like winter hath ;
Cold winds blow across my path.
Wind and drift go swirling by;
Let me lift my head on high.
Boreas, roll thy thunder car —
Still my soul shall seek the star.
Winds may sweep life's woodland through-
I will keep my spirit true.

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Patience Strong
Patience Strong Poems

4. Grandfather Clock

Poet: Patience Strong

There's a grandfather clock in the quiet old hall -
And it strikes with a deep-throated chime;
He booms out the hours with a terrible voice,
And he cuts up our lives into Time.

He's a century old and he looks with disdain
On the folks who stare into his face;
He knows that when their little lives flicker out,
He'll be still standing there in his place. . . .

And he whirrs and he chuckles deep down in his works-
For he knows that we're all in his power -
As, relentless, he roars our his challenge to men -
And he can't take back one single hour.

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Strickland Gillilan
Strickland Gillilan Poems

5. The Easier Task

Poet: Strickland Gillilan

No matter what the treatment he accord me,
I will not let dislike embitter me;
Whate'er unrest unkindness might afford me,
I will keep sweet, however hard it be.
For I have learned and oh, how slow the learning,
And with what costly grief has it been mated!
Hate in its author's heart has fiercest burning
'Tis harder work to hate than to be hated.

Year after year a man may hate his brother
Each waking hour with bitterness be filled.
This hate may bring discomfort to the other
But, in the hater, joy is well-nigh killed.
And so I will not harbor hate, nor hoard it
I've learned my lesson, though perchance belated.
The honest truth is this: I can't afford it;
'Tis costlier to hate than to be hated.

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Wilhelmina Stitch
Wilhelmina Stitch Poems
6. Believe This
Poet: Wilhelmina Stitch

You’re winning. You simply cannot fail.
The only obstacle is doubt;
There’s not a hill you cannot scale
Once fear is put to rout.

Don’t think defeat, don’t talk defeat,
The word will rob you of your strength.
"I will succeed," This phrase repeat
Throughout the journey’s length.

The minute that “I can’t is said –
You slam a door right in your face.
Why not exclaim, "I will" instead?
Half won then is the race.

You close the door to your success
By entertaining one small fear.
Think happiness, talk happiness,
Watch joy then coming near.

The word "impossible" is black.
“I can" is like a flame of gold.
No whining, heart! Eyes! look not back;
Be strong, O Will! and bold.

You’re winning, though the journey’s slow;
You’re gaining steadily each day.
O Courage! what a warmth and glow
You shed along your way.

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David V. Bush
David V. Bush Poems

7. Keep Forever At It

Poet: David V Bush

A toast to the man who works like a trooper,
Who makes hard work his great habit.
The gods shall descend with life's blessing when
A fellow forever keeps at it.

There are prizes in life for the worker and toiler,
To those who make work their chief habit.
There are diamonds all set in life's coronet
For the man who forever keeps at it.

There are honors and friendships by work oft cemented.
For those who make work their one habit.
There are souls knit together to breast life's roughest weather,
For those who forever keep at it.

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Nixon Waterman
Nixon Waterman Poems
8. Now And Waitahile
Poet: Nixon Waterman

Little Jimmie Waitawhile and little Johnnie Now
Grew up in homes just side by side; and that, you see, is how
I came to know them both so well, for almost every day
I used to watch them in their work and also in their play.

Little Jimmie Waitawhile was bright and steady, too.
But never ready to perform what he was asked to do;
"Wait just a minute," he would say, "I'll do it pretty soon,"
And things he should have done at morn were never done at noon.
He put off studying until his boyhood days were gone;
He put off getting him a home till age came stealing on;
He put off everything and so his life was not a joy,
And all because he waited ''just a minute" while a boy.

But little Johnnie Now would say, when he had work to do,
"There's no time like the present time," and gaily put it through.
And when his time for play arrived he so enjoyed the fun;
His mind was not distressed with thoughts of duties left undone.
In boyhood he was studious and laid him out a plan
Of action to be followed when he grew to be a man;
And life was as he willed it, all because he'd not allow
His tasks to be neglected, but would always do them "now."

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John Imrie
John Imrie Poems
9. Today - Tomorrow
Poet: John Imrie

'Tis lessons from the past we borrow,-
To-day is ours, but not to-morrow;
Then, smile to-day, leave care and sorrow
One day a-head, say - "Yes, to-morrow"

Make friends to-day for use to-morrow,
They'll help to drive away dull sorrow;
And from their friendship sweetness borrow
To bless each day and crown each morrow.

"To-morrow never comes" but each "to-day,"
Links out life's chain from cradle to decay!

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Lillian E. Curtis

Lillian E. Curtis Poems
10. One Step At A Time
Poet: Lillian E. Curtis

If a long and toilsome ladder
You were trying to climb,
You would not reach the top at once,
But by one step at a time.

Doubtless all of you are trying,
Different ladders to climb,
But be sure you only take
One step at a time.

One step and take it surely,
Not like a conceited fop,
And soon you'll find my friend.
That you have reached the top.

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Daniel C. Colesworthy
Daniel C. Colesworthy Poems
11.  A Little Word
Poet: Daniel C. Colesworthy
A little word in kindness spoken,
A motion or a tear,
Has often healed the heart that's broken,
And made a friend sincere.

A word -- a look -- has crushed to earth
Full many a budding flower,
Which, had a smile but owned its birth,
Would bless life's darkest hour.

Then deem it not an idle thing,
A pleasant word to speak;
The face you wear - the thoughts you bring -
A heart may heal or break.

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J.J. Thorne Poems
J. J. Thorne Poems
12.  A Will Is Half Of Labor
Poet: J.J. Thorne

A will is a way and preparation
Our duties to fulfill,
A field cleared and nicely walled
For those that are willing to till.

A plow to upturn the sod
And also run the row
A drill to sow and cover well
That the seed may sprout and grow.

A hoe to thin out the plants
And keep the weeds away
A crop flourishing to advance
The tiller double pay.

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William Arthur Ward
William Arthur Ward Poems
13. If You Can
by William Arthur Ward

If you can imagine it,
You can possess it.
If you can dream it,
You can become it.
If you can envision it,
You can attain it.
If you can picture it,
You can achieve it.

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Henry VanDyke
Henry VanDyke Poems

14. Four Things
by Henry van Dyke

Four things a man must learn to do
If he would make his record true:

To think without confusion clearly;
To love his fellow-men sincerely;
To act from honest motives purely;
To trust in God and Heaven securely.

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Mary C. Ryan
Mary C. Ryan Poems
15. Forgiveness
by Mary C. Ryan

Fair as a rainbow in summer
After a chilling blast,
Is the sweet smile of forgiveness
When anger's clouds are past.

For hearts estranged by mere trifles,
Are united again,
If both will relent and forget
A transient throe of pain.

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems
16. Earnestness
Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The hurry of the times affects us so
In this swift rushing hour, we crowd, and press,
And thrust each other backward, as we go,
And do not pause to lay sufficient stress
Upon that good, strong, true word, Earnestness.
In our impetuous haste, could we but know
Its full, deep meaning, its vast import, oh,
Then might we grasp the secret of success!

In that receding age when men were great,
The bone, and sinew, of their purpose lay
In this one word. God likes an earnest soul —
Too earnest to be eager. Soon or late
It leaves the spent horde breathless by the way,
And stands serene, triumphant, at the goal.

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Caleb Davis Bradlee
Caleb Davis Bradlee Poems

17. My Creed
Poet: Caleb Davis Bradlee

To God I look, the Judge of all,
My Father and my King!
While at his feet I humbly fall.
And grateful praises bring.

In Christ I trust, God's Son, I know,
The life, the truth, the way;
And in whatever place I go
My solace and my stay!

God's Spirit is my comfort sure,
In all the steps I take;
And all things I can well endure,
If that my conscience wake!

The "Holy Book" God's blessed truth,
Is all the "creed" I know;
My help and light from early youth,
My peace in joy and woe.

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Arthur Franklin Fuller
Arthur Franklin Fuller Poems

18. Intro Poem
Poet: Arthur Franklin Fuller

You who are gentle, generous, kind,
Will care to own this book —
Whose sympathies are all refined —
Its faults will overlook;

You will love the aspiration
Esteem the work, the thought —
Your warm appreciation
Is all that's wished or sought.

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Eloise A. Skimings
Eloise A. Skimings Poems

19. Silence
Poet: Eloise A. Skimings

"Silence is golden," Seneca spoke most truly;
When envy and discord are borne on the stream.
Pour oil on the waters when the waves prove unruly,
nd joy and contentment will rule there supreme.

Bless'd are the peacemakers, tis the Lord who has spoken,
For they shall inherit the kingdom of Heaven;
Then strew seeds of forgiveness, of silence mute token,
And to him who requires most, let much be given.

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Eugene Field Poems
Eugene Field Poems

20. May
Poet: Eugene Field

I love the May because it seems to me
So full of secrets and of whisperings;
Telling the heart in confidence of things,
Yet unaccomplished and mysteriously,
Like a fleet harbinger of victory,
With glowing, undefined prefigurings,
Reveals an opulence of spoils ; and brings
A present joy in what is yet to be.

How like the far-off ringing of a chime.
The soft south wind; and each succeeding day.
Moved by this prelude of a sunnier clime.
Sings a new song and finds a theme more gay.
It is a gay, it is a hopeful time.
And this is why I love the month of May.

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

21. Nature
Poet: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

As a fond mother, when the day is o’er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.
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Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems
Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems  

22. Love's Nobility
by Ralph Waldo Emerson

For this is Love's nobility:
Not to scatter bread and gold.
Goods and raiment, bought and sold;
But to hold fast our simple sense,
And speak the speech of innocence,
And with hand and body and blood
To make our bosom counsel good.
For he that feeds men serveth few;
He serves all who dares be true.
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Ellwood Haines Stokes Poems
Ellwood Haines Stokes Poems

23. God's Gifts
Poet: Ellwood Haines Stokes

Up from the solemn sea,
Lo! the bright sun! and as his beams unfold,
Sky, clouds and sea, are all baptized with gold!
The splendor widens - more than all can hold!
So are God's gifts to me,
And this sun-glory on the sea and sky,
Is but overflowings of His throne on high.
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Althea Randolph poems
Althea Randolph Poems

24. A Fair Exchange!
Poet: Althea Randolph

Teach me, little birdie,
How to sing like you;
I shall do exactly
What you tell me to!

Then in turn I'll show you
How to talk like me;
That will be, dear birdie.
Fair as fair can be!
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alice cary poems
Alice Cary Poems

25. I Thank Thee
Poet: Alice Cary

I thank Thee that the grass and the red rose
Do what they can to tell
How spirit through all forms of matter flows;
For every thistle by the common way,
Wearing its homely beauty; for each spring
That, sweet and homeless, runneth where it will;
For night and day;
For the alternate seasons, - everything
Pertaining to life's marvelous miracle.
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phoebe cary poems
Phoebe Cary Poems

26. Immortal Spirit
Poet: Phoebe Cary

Let no kindness see the blindness
Of my eyes' last, long eclipse.
Never think of me as lying
By the dismal mould o'erspread:
But about the soft white piilow
Folded underneath my head.
And of summer flowers weaving
Their rich broidery o'er my bed.
Think of the immortal spirit
Living up above the sky,
And of how my face is wearing
Light of immortality;
Looking earthward, is o'erleaning
The white bastion of tbe sky.
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Amy Lowell Poems
Amy Lowell Poems

27. A Fixed Idea
Poet: Amy Lowell

What torture lurks within a single thought
When grown too constant, and however kind.
However welcome still, the weary mind
Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught
Remembers on unceasingly; unsought
The old delight is with us but to find
That all recurring joy is pain refined.
Become a habit, and we struggle, caught.
You lie upon my heart ad on a nest.
Folded in peace, for you can never know
How crushed I am with having you at rest
Heavy upon my life, I love you so
You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.
In mercy lift your drooping wings and go.
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Christina Rossetti
Christina Rossetti Poems

28. A Wish
Poet: Christina Rossetti

I wish I were a little bird
That out of sight doth soar;
I wish I were a song once heard
But often pondered o'er,
Or shadow of a lily stirred
By wind upon the floor,
Or echo of a loving word
Worth all that went before,
Or memory of a hope deferred
That springs again no more.
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James Henry Thomas Poems
James Henry Thomas Poems

29. In My Thinking Castle
Poet: James Henry Thomas

'Tis in my castle snug and neat
That thoughts both old and new;
Are welcome. These I always greet,
For they to me are true.
New thoughts the old ones introduce;
Their hands I grasp and shake,
I tightly hold and turn not loose.
To my dull senses wake.

Old thoughts I reverence with care,
For they have paved the way
For new ones that are bright and rare, -
Which Nature's truths convey.

'Tis in my thinking castle that
I with these thougihts converse,
We have a pleasant social chat
While them with care I nurse.

Then by God's help I mold new ones,
New thoughts formed in my mold.
Each helpful thought that through me runs
At some time will be told.
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ardeen foster poems
Ardeen Foster Poems

30. Yesterday
Poet: Ardeen Foster

Where in the shadow is yesterday's dawn?
Pah! but a mite in the whirlwind of space —
Off, linking arms with the centuries gone:
Though she has willed us to-day in her place.
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mary mapes dodge poems
Mary Mapes Dodge Poems

31. Calling The Flowers
Poet: Mary Mapes Dodge

Blow loud for the blossoms that live in the trees,
And low for the daisies and clover;
But as soft as I can for the violets shy,
Yes softly — and over and over.
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short poems by Edgar Allan Poe
Short Poems by Edgar Allan Poe

32. Alone
Poet: Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring -
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow - I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone -
And all I lov'd - I lov'd alone -
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still -
From the torrent, or the fountain -
From the red cliff of the mountain -
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold -
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by -
From the thunder, and the storm -
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view
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Poetry of Robert Louis Stevenson
Poetry of Robert Louis Stevenson

33. Singing
Poet: Robert Louis Stevenson

Of speckled eggs the birdie sings
And nests among the trees;
The sailor sings of ropes and things
In ships upon the seas.

The children sing in far Japan,
The children sing in Spain;
The organ with the organ man
Is singing in the rain.
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