Random Poem
The random poem generator takes the first lines of nearly 3,900 poems to make a new poem. To see the full list of what's included, click here.
God moves in a mysterious way,
I heard men saying, Leave hope and praying,
Strange wanderer out of the deeps,
Not in that wasted garden
A hard gray wave, her fin, walks out on the water
This Somnour in his Stiropes / hye he {s}tood
The rain was raining cheerfully,
November squats