By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year. He gives his … Read more
By William Wordsworth There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,The earth, and every common sight,To me did seemApparelled in celestial light,The glory and the freshness of a dream.It is not now as it hath been of yore;—Turn wheresoe’er I may,By night or day,The things which I have seen I now can see no … Read more
by William Henry Davies God gave you to me, friend, as he givesA child to his mother—so I hold you mine,With such a sacred sense of ownershipAs none but mothers feel. I know you are not perfect—who is so?But you are dear to me as Heaven is dear,And I would have you ever near me, … Read more
Funny Poems are the universal cure for the mundane, the miserable, and the moments you realize you’ve accidentally worn two different socks. When the world is too serious, too stiff, or just too logical, you need a great funny poem to remind everyone that reality is optional. This collection is your official permit to giggle. … Read more
By Edward Lear There was an Old Man with a beard,Who said, “It is just as I feared!—Two Owls and a Hen,Four Larks and a Wren,Have all built their nests in my beard!”
By Laura E. Richards Once there was an elephant,Who tried to use the telephant—No! no! I mean an elephoneWho tried to use the telephone— (Dear me! I am not certain quiteThat even now I’ve got it right.) Howe’er it was, he got his trunkEntangled in the telephunk;The more he tried to get it free,The louder … Read more
By Lewis Carroll ’Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand;Long time the manxome foe he sought—So … Read more
Author Unknown A stargazer out late at night,With eyes and thoughts turned both upright,Tumbled by chance into a well(A dismal story this to tell);He roared and sobbed and roared again,And cursed the ‘Bear’ and ‘Charles’s Wain.’His woeful cries a neighbor brought,Less learned, but wiser far in thought:“My friend,” quoth he, “you’re much misled,With stars to … Read more