| Titel | Autor |
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| Ohne Titel A word is dead ... | Dickinson, Emily |
| Ohne Titel Jehova buried, Satan dead ... | cummings, e. e. |
| Ohne Titel the boys i mean are not refined ... | cummings, e. e. |
| Ohne Titel To become poetry ... | ten Eicken, Klaus |
| Ohne Titel This is the only poem ... | Cohen, Leonard |
| Ohne Titel i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in ... | cummings, e. e. |
| Ohne Titel next to of course god america i ... | cummings, e. e. |
| Ohne Titel It was a threatening, misty morning, The wind was ... | Wordsworth, Dorothy |
| Ohne Titel Buffalo Bill´s ... | cummings, e. e. |
| Ohne Titel r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r ... | cummings, e. e. |
| Ohne Titel love´s function is to fabricate unknownness ... | cummings, e. e. |
| Ohne Titel Do you like this song ... | Cohen, Leonard |
| Ohne Titel I am dying ... | Cohen, Leonard |
| Ohne Titel I did not know ... | Cohen, Leonard |
| Ohne Titel In your light I have learned how to love ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel I have a thirsty fish in me ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel Language and music are only possible ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel One night, the moon had just taken off ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel There is a community of the spirit ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel First when I was apart from you ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel Inside this new love, die ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel You have said what you are ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel Dance, when you´re broken open ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel Pale sunlight ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel When I am with you, we stay up all night ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel I am filled with you ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel If you want what visible reality ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel The minute I heard my first love story ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel I have lived on the lip ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel Real value comes with madness ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel I stand up, and this one of me ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel Turn as the earth and the moon turn ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel Friend, our closeness is this ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel Soul of the world ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel Essence is ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel Out beyond ideas of ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel When I remember your love ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel How do we keep our love-secret ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel How will you know ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel There´s a strange ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel In a boat down a fast-running river ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel I´ve given up on my brain ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel No better love than love with no object ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel Don´t try to put out a fire ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel The sun is love. The lover ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel What strange beings ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel I have no more words ... | Rumi |
| Ohne Titel Near the mountains ... | Russel, Norman H. |
| Ohne Titel On the one-ton temple bell ... | Buson, Tanigushi |
| Ohne Titel The piercing chill I feel ... | Buson, Tanigushi |
| Ohne Titel original transcription in Japanese ... | Basho, Matsuo |
| Ohne Titel Heat-lightning streak ... | Basho, Matsuo |
| Ohne Titel Green weeds of summer ... | Basho, Matsuo |
| Ohne Titel A great freight truck ... | Snyder, Gary |
| Ohne Titel Punctuating ... | Nind, Stuart |
| Ohne Titel Clap ... | Roseliep, Raymond |
| Ohne Titel Tamiro deno ... | ten Eicken, Klaus |
| Ohne Titel Funky generation ... | Anay |
| Ohne Titel A fluttering swarm ... | Sadayie |
| Ohne Titel The green grass glistens ... | Gidman, Charlotte |
| Ohne Titel A growing shadow ... | Pugh, Dylan |
| Ohne Titel Guest towels ... | Purkis, A.C. |
| Ohne Titel Parting ... | Lawson, David |
| Ohne Titel Old man dies ... | Lawson, David |
| Ohne Titel tundra ... | van den Heuvel, Cor |
| Ohne Titel in the silent movie ... | Gorman, LeRoy |
| Ohne Titel Silence in her eyes ... | Anay |
| Ohne Titel lightning falls on the ... | Gonzalez, John |
| Ohne Titel old cemetery ... | Baker, Wiona |
| Ohne Titel Well before midnight ... | Andrew, David |
| Ohne Titel Each man ... | Cohen, Leonard |
| Ohne Titel I have no talent left ... | Cohen, Leonard |
| Ohne Titel Dichten kann ich leider nicht ... | Anonymous |
Haiku ... | Anonymous |
| # |  |
| 1755 To make a prairie it takes clover and one bee ... | Dickinson, Emily |
| # | |
| 40 Love 160; middle &# ... | McGough, Roger |
| A | |
| A Burnt Ship Out of a fired ship which by no way ... | Donne, John |
| A Glass Of Beer The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there ... | Stephens, James |
| A Mongoloid Child Handling Shells On The Beach She turns them over in her slow hands ... | Snyder, Richard |
| A Ojibwa Song You cannot harm me ... | Anonymous |
| A Pawnee Song Let us see, is this real ... | Anonymous |
| A Politician a politician is an arse upon ... | cummings, e. e. |
| A Simile For Her Smile Your smiling, or the hope, the thought of it ... | Wilbur, Richard |
| A Sioux War Song Clear the way ... | Anonymous |
| Above The Dock Above the quiet dock in midnight ... | Hulme, Thomas Ernest |
| After The Renovation The man who was born in our house ... | Leto, Steve |
| America America I´ve given you all and now I´m nothing ... | Ginsberg, Allen |
| American Primitive Look at him there in his stovepipe hat ... | Smith, William Jay |
| Amoretti XV Ye tradeful merchants that with weary toil ... | Spenser, Sir Edmund |
| Ars Poetica A poem should be palpable and mute ... | MacLeish, Archibald |
| At The Altar I sit at a gold table with my girl ... | Lowell, Robert |
| At The First Avenue Redemption Center I enter the Plaidland Redemption Center ... | Camp, James |
| At The Klamath Berry Festival The war chief danced the old way ... | Stafford, William |
| Autumn Begins In Martins Ferry, Ohio In the Shreve High football stadium ... | Wright, James |
| B | |
| But He Was Cool
or: he even stopped for green lights super-cool ... | Lee, Don L. |
| C | |
| Catch Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together ... | Francis, Robert |
| Confession To Settle A Curse You don´t ... | Waldrop, Rosemary |
| Constantly risking absurdity Constantly risking absurdity ... | Ferlinghetti, Lawrence |
| Corinna Corinna, pride of Dury-Lane ... | Swift, Jonathan |
| Crow´s First Lesson God tried to teach Crow how to talk ... | Hughes, Ted |
| D | |
| Daphne My Daphne´s hair is twisted gold ... | Lyly, John |
| Dark House, By Which Once More I Stand Dark house, by which once more I stand ... | Lord Tennyson, Alfred |
| Days What are days for ... | Larkin, Philip |
| Declaration of Independence He will just do nothing at all ... | Gibbs, Wolcott |
| Delay The radiance of that star that leans on me ... | Jennings, Elizabeth |
| Desert Morning Pale moon and red sun ... | ten Eicken, Klaus |
| Disillusionment At 10 O´clock The houses are haunted ... | Stevens, Wallace |
| Do not go gentle into that good night Do not go gentle into that good night ... | Thomas, Dylan |
| Driving To Town Late To Mail A Letter It is a cold and snowy night. The main street is ... | Bly, Robert |
| E | |
| Early Bird OH, if you´re a bird, be an early bird ... | Silverstein, Shel |
| Eating Poetry Ink runs from the corners of my mouth ... | Strand, Mark |
| Elegy for Jane
(My student, thrown by a horse) I remember her neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils ... | Roethke, Theodore |
| Elegy, Written With His Own Hand In The Tower Before His Execution My prime of youth is but a frost of cares ... | Tichborne, Chidiok |
| Examination At The Womb-Door Who owns these scrawny little feet? Death ... | Hughes, Ted |
| F | |
| Flight
(For K.) like a glum cricket ... | Tate, James |
| Footnote on the construction of the masses some people are young and nothing ... | Bukowski, Charles |
| Footnote to Howl Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! ... | Ginsberg, Allen |
| For a Lady I Know She even thinks that up in heaven ... | Cullen, Countee |
| For Annie With Annie gone ... | Cohen, Leonard |
| For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry For I will consider my cat Jeoffry ... | Smart, Christopher |
| For The Anniversary Of My Death Every year without knowing it I have passed the day ... | Merwin, W.S. |
| Fork This strange thing must have crept ... | Simic, Charles |
| Four Ducks On A Pond Four ducks on a pond ... | Allingham, William |
| Free they give free champagne ... | Bukowski, Charles |
| From "A Self-Portrait" Because the meat that I buy ... | J.Conley, Robert |
| frühherbst Feder-schweres blaues ... | Valentin, Frauke |
| G | |
| Gesture My arm sweeps down ... | Finkel, Donald |
| Ghost Tantra Nr 98 GRAHH HARR GAHHR ... | McClure, Michael |
| Going Home
to anay I’ve been drinking tonight ... | ten Eicken, Klaus |
| GONE AWAY When my body leaves me ... | Levertov, Denise |
| H | |
| Haiku Haiku ... | Anonymous |
| Haiku Ambulance A piece of green pepper ... | Brautigan, Richard |
| Hamsters Hamsters are the nicest things ... | Ridlon, Marci |
| Hands The poem makes truth a little more disturbing ... | Finkel, Donald |
| Harlem Hopscotch One foot down, then hop! It´s hot ... | Angelou, Maya |
| Heat O wind, rend open the heat ... | Doolittle, Hilda |
| I | |
| I am I am the fire of the morning after ... | Schuster, Kathrin |
| I Knew A Woman I knew a woman, lovely in her bones ... | Roethke, Theodore |
| I like sleeping with somebody I like sleeping with somebody ... | Anonymous |
| I met a genius I met a genius on the train ... | Bukowski, Charles |
| If If you would only love me ... | ten Eicken, Klaus |
| In A Station Of The Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd ... | Pound, Ezra |
| in the inner city in the inner city ... | Clifton, Lucille |
| In this City In this city, perhaps a street ... | Brownjohn, Alan |
| Indian Summer In youth, it was a way I had ... | Parker, Dorothy |
| IS/NOT Love is not a profession ... | Atwood, Margaret |
| L | |
| Life, Friends, Is Boring. We Must Not Say So Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so ... | Berryman, John |
| Love divides the lovers You´re jealous ... | Swir, Anna |
| M | |
| Madam´s life´s a piece in bloom Madam´s life a piece in bloom ... | Henley, William Ernest |
| Medallion By the gate with star and moon ... | Plath, Sylvia |
| Mrs O´Neill Every evening ... | Hill, Richard |
| Muse cackling, smelling of camphor, crumbs ... | Wagoner, David |
| My Grandfather was a quantum physicist I can see him before me ... | Big Eagle, Duane |
| My Lady´s Hair is Threads Of Beaten Gold My lady´s hair is threads of beaten gold ... | Griffin, Bartholomew |
| My Papa´s Waltz The whiskey on your breath ... | Roethke, Theodore |
| My parents kept me from children who were rough My parents kept me from children who were rough ... | Spender, Stephen |
| My Wife Is My Shirt My wife is my shirt ... | Tropp, Stephen |
| N | |
| Naughty Boy When he brings home a whale ... | Creely, Robert |
| Night Crow When I saw that clumsy crow ... | Roethke, Theodore |
| Number 20 The pennycandystore beyond the E1 ... | Ferlinghetti, Lawrence |
| Number 7 Fortune ... | Ferlinghetti, Lawrence |
| O | |
| O Moon When I Gaze On Thy Beautiful Face O Moon, when I gaze on thy beautiful face ... | Anonymous |
| Ode On The Death Of A Favourite Cat Drowned In A Tub Of Gold Fishes Twas on a lofted vase´s side ... | Gray, Thomas |
| Of Treason Treason doth never prosper; what´s the reason ... | Harrington, Sir John |
| Oh No If you wander far enough ... | Creely, Robert |
| On The Symbolic Consideration Of Hands And The Significance Of Death Watch people stop by bodies in funeral homes ... | Williams, Miller |
| On The Vanity Of Earthly Greatness The tusks that clashed in mighty brawls ... | Guiterman, Arthur |
| Once In A While A Protest Poem Over and over again the papers print ... | Axelrod, David B. |
| One chip of human bone
(0riginal version) it is almost fitting ... | Young Bear, Ray A. |
| Owl Is my favourite. Who flies ... | MacBeth , George |
| OZYMANDIAS I met a traveller from an antique land ... | Shelley, Percy Bysshe |
| P | |
| Perfect Rhyme Life, that struck up his cocky tune with breath ... | Frederick Nims, John |
| Period? I am ... | ten Eicken, Klaus |
| Poem I loved my friend ... | Hughes, Langston |
| Poem The only response ... | Saint Geraud (Bill Knot) |
| POEM FOR A POET It pays to be a poet ... | de Souza, Eunice |
| Poppies In October Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such ... | Plath, Sylvia |
| Portrait of a Girl with a Comic Book Thirteen´s no age at all. Thirteen is nothing ... | McGinley, Phyllis |
| Pursuit The pale-blue hunters ... | ten Eicken, Klaus |
| R | |
| Reported Missing Can yougive me a precise description ... | Cole , Barry |
| Résumé Razors pain you ... | Parker, Dorothy |
| Richard Cory Whenever Richard Cory went to town ... | Arlington Robinson, Edwin |
| Riding A One-Eyed Horse One side of his world is always missing ... | Taylor, Henry |
| Rite Of Spring I weep for the lowly worm ... | Bailey, Rebecca |
| River in summer River in summer ... | Shiki |
| Romeo and Juliet If you will die for me ... | Brautigan, Richard |
| Rondeau Jenny kissed me when we met ... | Hunt, Leigh |
| S | |
| Secretary If I should touch her she would shriek and weeping ... | Hughes, Ted |
| Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer´s Day? Who says you´re like one of those dog days ... | Moss, Howard |
| Siesta Of An Hungarian Snake s sz sz SZ sz SZ sz ZS zs ZS zs ... | Morgan, Edwin |
| Since There´s No Help Come Let Us Kiss And Part Since there´s no help, come let us kiss and part ... | Drayton, Michael |
| Sir, Say No More Sir, say no more ... | Stickney, Trumbull |
| Six Variations (Part III) Shlup, shlup, the dog ... | Levertov, Denise |
| Sketch from a loss of memory On Sundays I ran my mare past ... | Dorman, Sonya |
| Sleeping Turtle in this ice-covered pond ... | Chilcote, Frank |
| Snow blinded You have these eyes, anay ... | ten Eicken, Klaus |
| Snow is falling Snow is falling ... | Cohen, Leonard |
| Soliloquy Moon ... | Vandenberg, Tom |
| Some People some people never go crazy ... | Bukowski, Charles |
| Song I almost went to bed ... | Cohen, Leonard |
| Sonnet Some for a little while do love, and some for long ... | Cullen, Countee |
| Sonnet CXXX My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun ... | Shakespeare, William |
| Sonnet XVIII Shall I compare thee to a summer´s day ... | Shakespeare, William |
| Still Falls The Rain
The Raids, 1940. Night and Dawn Still falls the Rain ... | Sitwell, Edith |
| Still Life: Girl In Dingo Boots When I wear these boots ... | Crammond, Jill |
| Suburban Madrigal Sitting here in my house ... | Updike, John |
| T | |
| Taught me purple My mother taught me purple ... | Tooley Hunt, Evelyn |
| Th Maker of Books Upon these sheets ... | ten Eicken, Klaus |
| The Angel That Presided Over My Birth The angel that presided over my birth ... | Blake, William |
| The Artist Mr. T ... | Williams, William Carlos |
| The Bean Eaters They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair ... | Brooks, Gwendolyn |
| The Best Line Yet In Stamford, at the edge of town, a giant statue ... | Allen, Edward |
| The Big Wolf I have crept so close to the big wolf ... | Russel, Norman H. |
| The Bus I was the last passenger of the day ... | Cohen, Leonard |
| The Crocodile´s Toothache The Crocodile ... | Silverstein, Shel |
| The Daffodils I wandered lonely as a cloud ... | Wordsworth, William |
| The Daffodils I wandered lonely as a cloud ... | Wordsworth, William |
| The Dance In Breughel´s great picture, The Kermess ... | Williams, William Carlos |
| The Death Of A Ball Turret Gunner From my mother´s sleep I fell into the State ... | Jarrell, Randall |
| The Descent Of Winter (Section 10/30) To freight cars in the air ... | Williams, William Carlos |
| The Dirty Word The dirty word hops in the cage of the mind like a ... | Shapiro, Karl |
| The fallen birdman The oldman in the cripplechair ... | McGough , Roger |
| The Final Assembly Aluminum lullabies shrieking ... | ten Eicken, Klaus |
| The Golf Links The golf links lie so near the mill ... | Cleghorn, Sarah |
| The Great Figure Among the rain ... | Williams, William Carlos |
| The Heart In the desert ... | Crane, Stephen |
| The Hippopotamus I shoot the hippopotamus ... | Belloc, Hilaire |
| The Hunter The deer stood still ... | Oliver, Louis |
| The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner My wife bursts into the room ... | Nowlan, Alden |
| The Memoirs of Jesse James I remember all those thousands of hours ... | Brautigan, Richard |
| The Mutes Those groans that men use ... | Levertov, Denise |
| The Palms Of My Hands Remember Your Waist Steaming bodies stomp rhythm ... | ten Eicken, Klaus |
| The Place Didn´t Look Bad she had huge thighs ... | Bukowski, Charles |
| The reason I write The reason I write ... | Cohen, Leonard |
| The Red Wheelbarrow so much depends ... | Williams, William Carlos |
| The Saddest Man on Earth The saddest man on Earth ... | Kaufmann, Allan |
| The Second Coming Turning and turning in the widening gyre ... | Yeats, William Butler |
| The Secret Two girls discover ... | Levertov, Denise |
| The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick ... | Blake, William |
| The splinter of a human bone somehow one almost ought ... | Young Bear, Ray A. |
| The Tortoise Always to want to ... | Corman, Cid |
| The Town Of Hill Back of the dam, under ... | Hall, Donald |
| The Watch I wakened on my hot, hard bed ... | Cornford, Frances |
| The White Stallion
The Runaway A white horse came to our farm once ... | Owen, Guy |
| There Was A Man Of Double Deed There was a man of double deed ... | Anonymous |
| Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird I ... | Stevens, Wallace |
| This Is Just To Say I have eaten ... | Williams, William Carlos |
| To His Coy Mistress Had we but world enough and time ... | Marvell, Andrew |
| To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Time Gather ye rose-buds while ye may ... | Herrick, Robert |
| To Waken An Old Lady Old age is ... | Williams, William Carlos |
| TOLSTOY the great writer ... | Chrystos |
| Traveling Through The Dark Traveling through the dark I found a deer ... | Stafford, William |
| Twenty-Four Years Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes ... | Thomas, Dylan |
| U | |
| Upon A Child That Died Here she lies, a pretty bud ... | Herrick, Robert |
| V | |
| Vermeer´s White Light Vermeer´s white light, entering ... | Kneale, Tara |
| W | |
| We real cool The Pool Players ... | Brooks, Gwendolyn |
| Western Wind Western wind, when wilt thou blow ... | Anonymous |
| WHY DOROTHY WORDSWORTH IS NOT
AS FAMOUS AS HER BROTHER I wandered lonely as a ... | Peters, Lynn |
| Why I Write So I can live in the past ... | Ruffo, Armand Garnet |
| Y | |
| You Can´t Make a Lion out of a Butterfly he was built naturally big ... | Bukowski, Charles |
