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.
The gem, to which the artist did entrust
When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white,
To-night ungather'd let us leave
Music, when soft voices die,
There was an old woman
I am featly-tripping L-E,
Here where the grey rhenoster clothes the hill,
When my mother died I was very young,