The Fir-Tree and the Brook - Helen Hunt Jackson

The Fir-Tree looked on stars, but loved the Brook!
"O silver-voiced! if thou wouldst wait,
My love can bravely woo." All smiles forsook
The brook's white face. "Too late!
Too late! I go to wed the sea.
I know not if my love would curse or bless thee.
I may not, dare not, tarry to caress thee,
Oh, do not follow me!

Brown Penny - William Butler Yeats

I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

In a V A D Pantry - Alberta Vickridge

In a V A D Pantry
Pots in piles of blue and white,
Old in service, cracked and chipped—
While the bare-armed girls tonight
Rinse and dry, with trivial-lipped
Mirth, and jests, and giggling chatter,
In this maze of curls and clatter
Is there no one sees in you
More than common white and blue?

Who is the Enemy - Ali Sardar Jafri

You were slaves till yesterday, so were we.

Sophia's Fools-Cap - Adelaide O Keeffe

Sophia was a little child,
Obliging, good, and very mild,
Yet lest of dress she should be vain,
Mamma still dress'd her well, but plain.
Her parents, sensible and kind,
Wish'd only to adorn her mind;
No other dress, when good, had she,
But useful, neat simplicity.

Poem Of Alienation - Antonio Jacinto

This is not yet my poem
the poem of my soul and of my blood
no
I still lack knowledge and power to write my poem
the great poem I feel already turning in me

A Child’s Prayer - Matilda B. Edwards

God make my life a little light,
    Within the world to glow,—
A tiny flame that burneth bright,
    Wherever I may go.

We Are Going - Oodgeroo Noonuccal

They came in to the little town
A semi-naked band subdued and silent
All that remained of their tribe.

The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less - Gerard Manley Hopkins

The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less;
The times are winter, watch, a world undone:

A Simile - Matthew Prior

Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop
Thy head into a tin-man's shop?
There, Thomas, didst thou never see
('Tis but by way of simile)
A squirrel spend his little rage
In jumping round a rolling cage?
The cage, as either side turn'd up,
Striking a ring of bells a-top?—