Best Pluck Poems
The Poet's Pluck - Langston Hughes
THE POET'S PLUCK - Langston Hughes
I Dream a World
where all people will be
Walkers With The Dawn
and completely free
In The Time Of Silver Rain
is the fresh new breeze
Juke Box Love Song
Springtime melodies
I Continue to Dream
though some hopes have not come
God comforts the losses
like a Mother to Son
The Dream Keeper sleeps not
Nightmare warrior is he
Weaves a...
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Categories:
pluck, dream, love, muse, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
The Last Laugh the Poets Pluck Wilfred Owen
To sing an anthem for doomed youth.
Why did I believe the clergy's untruth
and the politicians who I voted for in a polling booth.
and know i will pay the price in karma's toll booth.
Governments don't worry with arms and the boy.
or the death of a man who just years before was a school boy.
Oh...
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Categories:
pluck, war,
Form:
Quatrain
Shall I Twice Pluck Thy Soft, Sweet Fruit
Shall I Twice Pluck Thy Soft, Sweet Fruit
Should I court thee as moth to flame
sky to its wondrous blue?
Some say, love is but a fool's game
Aye, we both know untrue.
Shall I twice pluck thy soft, sweet fruit
be it with soft touch?
In such, will our love take firm root
or presume I too much?
In thy heart's beating...
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Categories:
pluck, art, beautiful, creation, desire,
Form:
Sonnet
- Haiku X 146 - the Last Pluck of the Petal -
a oxeye daisy
you don't love me - you love me
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Categories:
pluck, cute love, flower,
Form:
Haiku
The Poet's Pluck -- Fanny J Crosby
HARMONIES OF NIGHT
Weary wand'rer, stop and listen,
Give heed to this soothing song,
The voice of the night wind carries
Words of peace and rest, be strong;
Strike the harp of Zion, let's sing
Mamma's lullaby tonight,
It's melody reminds of how
Bells at evening bring delight;
Hold thou my hand in the silence,
We will sway to the rhythm light,
There's...
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Categories:
pluck, inspiration, song, , Lullaby,
Form:
Quatrain
Before the Paling Stars: Poet's Pluck
Eleven titles plucked from the exquisite poetry of Christina Rossetti
For my sweet child, petite Maude Clare,
Before The Paling of The Stars, I grieve
for my infant with head of flaxen curls.
I pray, Lord, save this tiny Daughter of Eve.
Tears fill my red and swollen eyes when
her Daddy, asks, "Is It Well With The Child?"
God, protect one...
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Categories:
pluck, child, poets, , Lullaby,
Form:
Quatrain
The Pluck of the Irish
I survived scarred but
unscathed growing up Irish
catholic.
Mind numbing Masses sung in
Latin
Ostentatious Corpus Christy
processions through local
streets
Ornately dressed priests
Eyes to the skies, garbage
underfoot
Fair game for taunting
classmates armed with cutting
quips
abstinence during Lent
weekly confession that
required creative thinking to
minimize mortal sins
further ingenuity required to
pass off venial sins
to fill the quota on weeks...
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Categories:
pluck, religion
Form:
Blank verse
The Poets Pluck Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Faithfully, THE TIDE RISES THE TIDE FALLS
Water sustains life; pulsing evermore.
A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE forever enthralls.
Golden lights brighten beyond the shore.
A PSALM OF LIFE repeats its vibrant calls.
Come; follow me along love’s corridor.
THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD upon dreams befalls.
Hope dances upon the darkening shore.
FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS leave prints all can see.
Young lovers sing songs that...
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Categories:
pluck, autumn, dance, feelings, life,
Form:
Quatrain
Come, Pluck a Song
What makes your smile cold?
On springtime colors bold?
Hummingbirds croon from afar
Wilder than tambourine,
Thrilling the night’s gauze sheen.
Come, pluck the tangy guitar
Dance a belly-go-round,
Before grey hairs abound---
Be the chant of life’s bright star!
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By: nette onclaud...
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Categories:
pluck, adventure, inspirational, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The Poets Pluck Wilfred Owen
Dulce et decorum est,
or total hell on Earths past
oh world of many worlds,
how long will this one last,
Wild with all regrets,
though needs dictate
spells of incantations,
realisation of my fate,
The young soldier
with a date to respect
Six o'clock at princes street
his body ready to dissect,
I saw his round mouth's crimson
as I felt my last life's breath,
As your soul...
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Categories:
pluck, courage, death, world war
Form:
Quatrain
The Poets Pluck- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Poets Plucker….. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Here in my cold lonely bed I ponder my all
I have FEARS in SOLITUDE of being alone
DEJECTION of my love had pierced my heart…..yet
THE NIGHTINGALE sings lustily a cheerful tune
My consciousness behaves as EOLIAN HARP
as Coleridge poem suggests full of delusion
So through opaque glass my window I cannot...
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Categories:
pluck, pain, passion,
Form:
Quatrain
The Poet's Pluck - Christina Rossetti
The Poet’s Pluck – Christina Rossetti
In MY DREAM I see A PORTRAIT
And REMEMBER a girl I used to know,
SHE SAT AND SANG a loving song
Of a boy from Oh, so long ago.
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Categories:
pluck, absence, art, remember, time,
Form:
Quatrain
Villanelle 5 'Death Goes A-Begging, Once We Pluck His Sting'
Death goes a-begging, once we pluck his sting!
(Christ did it first, but we must do’t again!)
In Imitation of Christ, laugh and sing!
Though Christ has shot the arrow through the ring,
Still we must live out parables, now and then,
Death goes a-begging, once we pluck his sting!
Though we fear passing, falcons on the wing…
We dive, and bring...
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Categories:
pluck, celebration, death, easter, faith,
Form:
Villanelle
The Poet's Pluck - Robert Frost
After Apple Picking one late fall day
as the gold sun hung low neath autumn's sky,
I took a turn, became ‘The Runaway’
onto The Road Not Taken, there nearby.
Lined thick with Birches planted on a knoll
along with Maples dressed in red-gold glows,
I now was drawn to take A Late Walk stroll-
bask in the luxury of nature’s shows.
Reminded...
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Categories:
pluck, autumn, beauty,
Form:
Quatrain
The Poets Pluck William Shakespear
NOT FROM THE STARS DO I MY JUDGMENT PLUCK
In fact those eyes has made standard of this crime
As the skin and clothes may be the label of its guise
WHEN IN THE CHRONICLE OF WASTED TIME
WHAT'S IN THE BRAIN THAT INK MAY CHARACTER
Blending on the abstract frame I play in gray
The eyes might be shameless...
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Categories:
pluck, inspiration,
Form:
Quatrain