Poems to share

Great message poems for you to enjoy, discover and share as National Poetry Day approaches.

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And I Am Lonely

by George Eliot

The world is great: the birds all fly from me,
The stars are golden fruit upon a tree
All out of reach: my little sister went,


by Michael Alexander (Translator)

A worm ate words. I thought that wonderfully
Strange – a miracle – when they told me a crawling
Insect had swallowed noble songs,

Bridled Vows

by Ian Duhig

I will be faithful to you, I do vow,
but not until the seas have all run dry
et cetera. Although I mean it now

Come live with me and be my love

by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain

Do you know what you are?

by Rumi

Do you know what you are?
You are a manuscript of a divine letter.
You are a mirror reflecting a noble face.
This universe is

Field postcard: rondeau-style text

by Vahni Capildeo

Nothing is to be written on this side
except the date and signature of the sender.
Sentences not required may be erased.
If anything else


by Hilaire Belloc

Who played with a Dangerous Toy, and
suffered a Catastrophe of considerable Dimensions

When George’s Grandmamma was told
That George had been

Just the messenger

by Joseph Coelho

Ask your Mother
if she has seen my phone.

Tell your Father
I have not seen it.

Ask your Mother


by Rob Walton

Dear Mercurians,
You spend half of your time complaining
about excess heat,
and fifty per cent saying you’re too cold.
Please make your minds


by Ruby Robinson

Eventually, the nerve impulse is carried
to the apex of the heart
causing ventricles to contract,
and blood to rush
to and from this


by Rachel Rooney


Hold me to the mirror light
and make my meaning clear.
The world reverses left to right
when I am there, not


by Matt Goodfellow

look closely and you’ll find them

in fields of patterned grasses
drafted by the hare

embroidered by the bluebells


by Michaela Morgan

Pop to the butchers for some meat.
Get my feet back on the street.

A magazine and six farm eggs,
Plus the chance to

No Message

by Roger McGough

At first, picture postcards.
Next to my address:
A blank stare

The occasional letter.
Envelope open to reveal:
An empty page

Oranges and Lemons

by Anonymous

Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement’s.

You owe me five farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin’s.

When will

Roosevelt Hospital Blues

by Rachel Hadas

I thought that nothing ever happened to me.
To other people, yes, but not to me.
But baby, I was as wrong as I could be.


by Brian Moses

I remember Stonehenge
in the days where you could still
get close to the stones.
I remember being there, seeing their bulk
and feeling

The Letter

by Wilfred Owen

With B.E.F. Jun 10. Dear Wife,
(Oh blast this pencil. ‘Ere, Bill, lend’s a knife.)
I’m in the pink at present, dear.
I think the

The Listeners

by Walter De La Mare

‘Is anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor:

The Loch Ness Monster’s Song

by Edwin Morgan

Hnwhuffl hhnnwfl hnfl hfl?
Gdroblboblhobngbl gbl gl g g g g glbgl.
Drublhaflablhaflubhafgabhaflhafl fl fl –
gm grawwwww grf grawf awfgm graw gm.

The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyam

by Edward Fitzgerald

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,

This is just to say

by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

To fight aloud is very brave

by Emily Dickinson


To fight aloud, is very brave –
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Calvary of


by William Wordsworth

This is the spot:—how mildly does the sun
Shine in between the fading leaves! the air
In the habitual silence of this wood
Is more


by Julia Bird

14: a txt msg pom.
his is r bunsn brnr bl%,
his hair lyk fe filings
W/ac/dc going thru.
I sit by him in

Wolf Fell

by David Borrott

You stand on the edge with your wife,
your balding head a wholesome colour
in the November sunshine. You are
taking a picture of Wolf

Written in the world

by Jan Dean

I left you a message in the apple tree
‘blossom’ it said
I meant you to be strong and happy
I meant you to grow