Best Livelong Poems

I’ll go a ridin’ no more through blue stem or chaparral,
Just lead my horse to pastures of green.
I’ll watch those rose ruby suns ease on past the ol’ corral—
Think back on the things I’ve done and seen.

Oh, you can’t go on a ridin’ for all...

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It was a happy town
   People liked each other
Whenever someone they did greet
   They'd call out, "Hey there, Brother!"

The Mayor he did work for free
   His job's worth he couldn't measure
He wouldn't hear of a salary
   To...

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Going through its ambiance, (on) with open thoughts,
Past scenes so serene, and picturesque (in situ passed).
A house, its windows just ajar to the tactile winsome breeze
That taste of zest & adventure infused; with distilled memory’s, 
And (sensed) delights unmet “as yet”.the wend of life so...

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Put away childish things
yet keep the childlike wonder.
Though dreams be rent asunder
our wishes still have wings.

Put away childish speech
but not the constant queries
that question rooted theories
which reason cannot reach.

Put away childish ken,
though artless ways of seeing
in any age of being
will find a poet’s pen.

Put away...

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Lake Eliza
Out by poor old  Lake Elisa lived a moody ancient miser.
Who bemoaned his fate throughout the livelong day.
lived further west than Isa out where the heat and flies are.
So he plotted as he moaned "I'll find a way?".
Oh this fellow loved a lady...

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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us---don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
          ...

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We Must Remember 

We may want to go-rest in yon'hills.
SLEEP IN NEARBY COOL SHADE.
For life lost its greatest thrills
AND OUR CARDS ARE ALL PLAYED!

Yet our family loves us dearly still
PRAYS FOR US EACH LIVELONG DAY.
Begs us away from those hills
IN DEEP HOPE THAT WE BUT...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE

If you pull a long face
Just because you had a bad day
That’s alright you won’t lose face
Everyone’s beset some hapless day

If you pull a long face
Day by day come what may
Better know it’s really out-of-place
To pull a long face in...

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Month of spring,where nature laugh,a new life bloom from the dovecote
AT beneath of fountain,where brook sing with every youthful note
Helpless,naked,piping loud ,the baby flap it wings so care free
Merry were they,sharing the song from each branches of tree
They cherish him warm and vow to bewith...

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Wind, take my soul away,
Up high into the sky,
Let me soar through clouds of dreams,
On golden wings I fly.

I'm carried by an eagle,
I float atop a hawk,
I swerve and dive the livelong day
Together with my flock.

And then I part into a tree
Above the highest peak,
I...

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Peter Popper's Poem-Popper 
  played and popped out poems
     all the livelong day

But one not-so-pleasant day
  Peter Popper's Poem-Popper
stopped producing poetry
  What did Peter Popper plan to do

He took his broken Poem-Popper
  to the Broken Poem-Popper Fixer-Upper...

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New stars are born from those that die
as pearly revenants on high
to occupy the vaulted sky
stelliferous to earthly eye.

When Sun shall lose its healing glow
that shines upon our world below
as star which turns a further page
and passes sunny sequence stage

to nebula emission be
enriching the galactic...

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I was a diligent safety engineer, modifying the hazardous work practices,
Like the thrilling festive celebrations, when you open up pretty packages!

I took my work very seriously, and my motto had long been safety first,
Like waiting all the livelong day, for gone currant sun's huge color...

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...a sonnet for R.S. Thomas

A shaft of straw lodged loosely 'twixt his teeth,
a shifty glance from here to everywhere,
he toils the livelong day 'tween farm and heath,
a sullen youth with wild and shaggy hair.
The elements have pulverized his face,
a body lean and hungry from the...

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An Excelente Balade of Charitie (“An Excellent Ballad of Charity”)
by Thomas Chatterton, age 17
modernization/translation by Michael R. Burch

As wroten bie the goode Prieste
Thomas Rowley 1464

In Virgynë the swelt'ring sun grew keen,
Then hot upon the meadows cast his ray;
The apple ruddied from its pallid green
And the...

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