"Poetry begins with a lump in the throat" - so said the late, great Robert Frost. Whilst Frost was referring to the poet's writing process, the same can certainly be said of the ability poetry has to strike a chord - just a few beautifully composed lines can have more power and pull than whole reams of prose.
Enjoy some of the very best and most moving lines of poetry ever written - the ones that, once read, stay with you for days, months and even years to follow.
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Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul, / And sings the tune without the words, / And never stops at all,"
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers, Emily Dickinson
To My Wife
"And when wind and winter harden / All the loveless land, / It will whisper of the garden, / You will understand."
To My Wife, Oscar Wilde
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
"I wandered lonely as a cloud / That floats on high o'er vales and hills, / When all at once I saw a crowd, / A host of golden daffodils"
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, William Wordsworth
"Between my finger and my thumb/ The squat pen rests; as snug as a gun."
Digging, Seamus Heaney
Dulce et Decorum est
"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, / Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, / Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs / And towards our distant rest began to trudge."
Dulce et Decorum est, Wilfred Owen
"At twenty I tried to die / And get back, back, back to you. / I thought even the bones would do. / But they pulled me out of the sack, / And they stuck me together with glue."
Daddy, Sylvia Plath
Stop all the clocks
"He was my North, my South, my East and West. / My working week and my Sunday rest. / My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song. / I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong."
Stop All The Clocks, WH Auden
"The bloody end of the skein / That unravelled your marriage, / Left your children echoing / Like tunnels in a labyrinth."
The Minotaur, Ted Hughes
In Flanders Fields
"We are the Dead. Short days ago / We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, / Loved and were loved, and now we lie / In Flanders Fields."
In Flanders Fields, John McCrae
The Charge of the Light Brigade
"Storm'd at with shot and shell, / Boldly they rode and well, / Into the jaws of Death, / Into the mouth of Hell / Rode the six hundred."
The Charge of the Light Brigade, Alfred Lord Tennyson
"If you can fill the unforgiving minute / With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - / Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, / And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!"
If, Rudyard Kipling
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, / dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix / angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night"
"Howl"', Allan Ginsberg
The Road Not Taken
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - / I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference."
The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
I Carry Your Heart
"here is the deepest secret nobody knows / (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud / and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows /higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) / and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart / i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)"
i carry your heart with me, EE Cummings
O Captain! My Captain!
"O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; / The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;"
O Captain! My Captain!, Walt Whitman
A Dream Within A Dream
"I stand amid the roar / Of a surf-tormented shore, / And I hold within my hand / Grains of the golden sand-- / How few! yet how they creep / Through my fingers to the deep, / While I weep - while I weep!"
A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
"When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple / with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me / And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves / and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter."
Warning, Jenny Joseph
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
"The caged bird sings with a fearful trill / Of things unknown but longed for still / And his tune is heard on the distant hill / For the caged bird sings of freedom."
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
How Do I Love Thee?
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. / I love thee to the depth and breadth and height / My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight / For the ends of being and ideal grace."
How Do I Love Thee?, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"If I should die, think only this of me: / That there's some corner of a foreign field / That is forever England."
The Soldier, Rupert Brooke
These I Can Promise
"I can promise all my heart's devotion; / A smile to chase away your tears of sorrow; / A love that's true and ever growing; / A hand to hold in your's through each tomorrow."
These I Can Promise, Mark Twain
"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan / A stately pleasure-dome decree / Where Alph, the sacred river, ran / Through caverns measureless to man / Down to a sunless sea."
Kubla Khan, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ode to Autumn
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! / Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; / Conspiring with him how to load and bless / With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run"
Ode to Autumn, John Keats
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? / Thou art more lovely and more temperate"
Sonnet 18, William Shakespeare
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, / Old time is still a-flying: / And this same flower that smiles to-day / To-morrow will be dying."
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
"As he paces in cramped circles, over and over, / the movement of his powerful soft strides / is like a ritual dance around a center / in which a mighty will stands paralyzed"
The Panther, Rainer Maria Rilke
"Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit / Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste / Brought death into the World, and all our woe, / With loss of Eden, till one greater Man / Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, / Sing, Heavenly Muse"
Paradise Lost, John Milton
The span of my hips, / The stride of my step, / The curl of my lips. / I'm a woman / Phenomenally. / Phenomenal woman, / That's me."
Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep, / But I have promises to keep, / And miles to go before I sleep, / And miles to go before I sleep."
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
If You Forget Me
"But / if each day, / each hour, / you feel that you are destined for me / with implacable sweetness, / if each day a flower / climbs up to your lips to seek me, / ah my love, ah my own, / in me all that fire is repeated"
If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
Let America Be America Again
"I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, / I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars. / I am the red man driven from the land, / I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek - / And finding only the same old stupid plan /Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak."
Let America Be America Again, Langston Hughes
Heart, we will forget him!
"Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! / You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. / When you have done pray tell me, Then I, my thoughts, will dim. Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging / I may remember him!"
Heart, We Will Forget Him! Emily Dickinson
If You Think You are Beaten
"Life's battles don't always go / To the stronger or faster man. / But sooner or later the man who wins, / Is the man who thinks he can."
If You Think You are Beaten, Walter D. Wintle
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
"Water, water, every where, / And all the boards did shrink; / Water, water, every where / Nor any drop to drink."
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
"A tree that looks at God all day, / And lifts her leafy arms to pray; / A tree that may in Summer wear / A nest of robins in her hair; / Upon whose bosom snow has lain; / Who intimately lives with rain."
Trees, Joyce Kilmer
"Southern trees bear a strange fruit, / Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, / Black body swinging in the Southern breeze, / Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees."
Strange Fruit, Abel Meeropol
When You are Old
"When you are old and grey and full of sleep, / And nodding by the fire, take down this book / And slowly read, and dream of the soft look / Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep"
When You are Old, W. B. Yeats
Suicide in the Trenches
"You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye / Who cheer when soldier lads march by, / Sneak home and pray you'll never know / The hell where youth and laughter go."
Suicide in the Trenches, Siegfried Sassoon
"Scarcely a tear to shed; / Hardly a word to say; / The end of a summer day;/ Sweet Love dead."
An Evening, Gwendolyn Brooks
When a Woman Loves a Man
"When a woman loves a man, they have gone / to swim naked in the stream / on a glorious July day / with the sound of the waterfall like a chuckle / of water rushing over smooth rocks, / and there is nothing alien in the universe."
When a Woman Loves a Man, David Lehman
Dear, Though the Night Is Gone
"Our whisper woke no clocks, / We kissed and I was glad / At everything you did, / Indifferent to those / Who sat with hostile eyes / In pairs on every bed, / Arms round each other's neck, / Inert and vaguely sad."
"Dear, Though the Night Is Gone", WH Auden
Do not go gentle into that good night
"Do not go gentle into that good night, / Old age should burn and rave at close of day; / Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
"Tree you are, / Moss you are, / You are violets with wind above them. / A child - so high - you are, / And all this is folly to the world."
A Girl, Ezra Pound
"Happiness. It comes on / unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really, / any early morning talk about it."
Happiness, Raymond Carver
Fast Rode The Knight
"Fast rode the knight / With spurs, hot and reeking, / Ever waving an eager sword, / 'To save my lady!'"
Fast Rode The Knight, Stephen Crane
The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
"Darkness settles on roofs and walls, / But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; / The little waves, with their soft, white hands / Efface the footprints in the sands, / And the tide rises, the tide falls."
The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, / That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. / Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - / Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - / On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' / Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'"
The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe
A Red, Red Rose
"O, my Luve's like a red, red rose, / That's newly sprung in June. / O, my Luve's like the melodie / That's sweetly played in tune."
A Red, Red Rose, Robert Burns
The Children's Hour
"Between the dark and the daylight. / When the night is beginning to lower, / Comes a pause in the day's occupations. / That is known as the Children's Hour."
The Children's Hour, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When We Two Parted
"When we two parted / In silence and tears, / Half broken-hearted / To sever for years, / Pale grew thy cheek and cold, / Colder thy kiss; / Truly that hour foretold / Sorrow to this."
When We Two Parted, George (Lord) Byron