Poems in the Public Domain
InterPure
If You Knew
Ruth Muskrat Bronson (1897-1982) If you could know the empty ache of loneliness, Masked well behind the calm indifferent face Of us who pass you by in studied hurriedness, Intent upon our way,lest in the little space Of one forgetful moment hungry eyes implore You to be kind, to open up your heart a little more, I’m sure you’d smile a little kindlier, sometimes, To those of us you’ve never seen before. If you could know the eagerness we’d grasp The hand you’d give to us in friendliness; What vast, potential friendship in that clasp We’d press, and love you for your gentleness; If you could know the wide, wide reach Of love that simple friendliness could teach, I’m sure you’d say “Hello, my friend,” sometimes, And now and then extend a hand in friendliness to each.The wind was a are-free soul
Gwendolyn Bennett (1902-1981) The wind was a care-free soul That broke the chains of earth, And strode for a moment across the land With the wild halloo of his mirth. He little cared that he ripped up trees, That houses fell at his hand, That his step broke calm on the breast of seas, That his feet stirred clouds of sand. But when he had had his little joke, Had shouted and laughed and sung, When the trees were scarred, their branches broke, And their foliage aching hung, He crept to his cave with a stealthy tread, With rain-filled eyes and low-bowed head.Silence
Babette Deutsch (1895-1982) Silence with you is like the faint delicious Smile of a child asleep, in dreams unguessed: Only the hinted wonder of its dreaming, The soft, slow-breathing miracle of rest. Silence with you is like a kind departure From iron clangor and the engulfing crowd Into a wide and greenly barren meadow, Under the bloom of some blue-bosomed cloud; Or like one held upon the sands at evening, When the drawn tide rolls out, and the mixed light Of sea and sky enshrouds the far, wind-bellowed Sails that move darkly on the edge of night.My Loves
Langston Hughes ( 1902-1967 ) I love to see the big white moon, A-shining in the sky; I love to see the little stars, When the shadow clouds go by. I love the rain drops falling On my roof-top in the night; I love the soft wind’s sighing, Before the dawn’s gray light. I love the deepness of the blue, In my Lord’s heaven above; But better than all these things I think, I love my lady love.Poetry “sings the language” and connects people
Poetry can be a powerful way to express emotions and thoughts. It helps express and process feelings, which contributes to emotional development. In addition, poetry encourages creative thinking and language skills.Moreover, poetry can help us feel connected to others. Reading and writing poems allows us to share experiences and perspectives, which promotes empathy and understanding. And of course poetry can also be a source of comfort and inspiration, especially in difficult times.Two poems are added to the site every month. I would like others to enjoy these poems too. Poetry “sings the language” and connects people.Nothing to do
James Ephraim McGirt (1874-1930) The fields are white, The laborers are few; Yet say the idle, There’s nothing to do. Jails are crowded, In Sunday Schools few; We still complain There’s nothing to do. Drunkards are dying, Your sons, it is true; Mothers’ arms folded, With nothing to do. Heathens are dying, Their blood falls on you; How can you people Find nothing to do?.Fishmonger
Marsden Hartley (1877-1943) I have taken scales from off The cheeks of the moon. I have made fins from bluejays’ wings, I have made eyes from damsons in the shadow. I have taken flushes from the peachlips in the sun. From all these I have made a fish of heaven for you, Set it swimming on a young October sky. I sit on the bank of the stream and watch The grasses in amazement As they turn to ashy gold. Are the fishes from the rainbow Still beautiful to you, For whom they are made, For whom I have set them, Swimming?
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InterPure is a personal website. Over the years hundreds of poems in the public domain have been colleted. The poems and poets can be found on the worldwide web. If you are charmed by a poet, you can search the internet for more poems and background information on the poet. I post two new poems on the site every month. After ten poems have been replaced by new ones, the replaced poems are bundled into a PDF document and are available to download for free. This way, you can still enjoy the poems you missed. Download poems 2025 Do you work in education? Then take a look at blomke.com. Here you will find poems with assignments for students.
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Poems in the Public Domain
InterPure
If You Knew
Ruth Muskrat Bronson (1897-1982) If you could know the empty ache of loneliness, Masked well behind the calm indifferent face Of us who pass you by in studied hurriedness, Intent upon our way,lest in the little space Of one forgetful moment hungry eyes implore You to be kind, to open up your heart a little more, I’m sure you’d smile a little kindlier, sometimes, To those of us you’ve never seen before. If you could know the eagerness we’d grasp The hand you’d give to us in friendliness; What vast, potential friendship in that clasp We’d press, and love you for your gentleness; If you could know the wide, wide reach Of love that simple friendliness could teach, I’m sure you’d say “Hello, my friend,” sometimes, And now and then extend a hand in friendliness to each.The wind was a are-free soul
Gwendolyn Bennett (1902-1981) The wind was a care-free soul That broke the chains of earth, And strode for a moment across the land With the wild halloo of his mirth. He little cared that he ripped up trees, That houses fell at his hand, That his step broke calm on the breast of seas, That his feet stirred clouds of sand. But when he had had his little joke, Had shouted and laughed and sung, When the trees were scarred, their branches broke, And their foliage aching hung, He crept to his cave with a stealthy tread, With rain-filled eyes and low-bowed head.Silence
Babette Deutsch (1895-1982) Silence with you is like the faint delicious Smile of a child asleep, in dreams unguessed: Only the hinted wonder of its dreaming, The soft, slow-breathing miracle of rest. Silence with you is like a kind departure From iron clangor and the engulfing crowd Into a wide and greenly barren meadow, Under the bloom of some blue-bosomed cloud; Or like one held upon the sands at evening, When the drawn tide rolls out, and the mixed light Of sea and sky enshrouds the far, wind- bellowed Sails that move darkly on the edge of night.My Loves
Langston Hughes ( 1902-1967 ) I love to see the big white moon, A-shining in the sky; I love to see the little stars, When the shadow clouds go by. I love the rain drops falling On my roof-top in the night; I love the soft wind’s sighing, Before the dawn’s gray light. I love the deepness of the blue, In my Lord’s heaven above; But better than all these things I think, I love my lady love.Poetry “sings the language” and
connects people
Poetry can be a powerful way to express emotions and thoughts. It helps express and process feelings, which contributes to emotional development. In addition, poetry encourages creative thinking and language skills.Moreover, poetry can help us feel connected to others. Reading and writing poems allows us to share experiences and perspectives, which promotes empathy and understanding. And of course poetry can also be a source of comfort and inspiration, especially in difficult times.Two poems are added to the site every month. I would like others to enjoy these poems too. Poetry “sings the language” and connects people.Nothing to do
James Ephraim McGirt (1874-1930) The fields are white, The laborers are few; Yet say the idle, There’s nothing to do. Jails are crowded, In Sunday Schools few; We still complain There’s nothing to do. Drunkards are dying, Your sons, it is true; Mothers’ arms folded, With nothing to do. Heathens are dying, Their blood falls on you; How can you people Find nothing to do?.Fishmonger
Marsden Hartley (1877-1943) I have taken scales from off The cheeks of the moon. I have made fins from bluejays’ wings, I have made eyes from damsons in the shadow. I have taken flushes from the peachlips in the sun. From all these I have made a fish of heaven for you, Set it swimming on a young October sky. I sit on the bank of the stream and watch The grasses in amazement As they turn to ashy gold. Are the fishes from the rainbow Still beautiful to you, For whom they are made, For whom I have set them, Swimming?
About
InterPure is a personal website. Over the years hundreds of poems in the public domain have been colleted. The poems and poets can be found on the worldwide web. If you are charmed by a poet, you can search the internet for more poems and background information on the poet. I post two new poems on the site every month. After ten poems have been replaced by new ones, the replaced poems are bundled into a PDF document and are available to download for free. This way, you can still enjoy the poems you missed. Download poems 2025 Do you work in education? Then take a look at blomke.com . Here you will find poems with assignments for students.
Copyright Interpure 2026
Contact
It is best to use the form to contact us. By submitting the form, you agree to store your name and email address in our database so that we can notify you when poems are available for download on our site. Email: mailADDinterpure.eu Web: https://interpure.eu The Netherlands