Some of the most interesting poems of the period don't neatly fit within any of the categories on this website.
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by Llywellyn Lucas I love old flowers: the withering Is natural and right: in mellowness to fall away; Secession of a pear to pulp and tiny pips of...
by Arthur Wade I'd been camping in the back-blocks for a half a year or so, During which I think it never ceased to rain, I was seedy, I was tired, I...
First things First
by Martin Haley In China these things happened long ago: The patient of a doctor died, and so Conceiving he had been unskilfully Treated, his...
Nature didn’t invent marriage, let alone monogamy. Mere tidiness is the destroyer of creativity. The only real poverty is possession of a mean...
Going to School
A race down the grassy hillside, A scramble and splash at the creek, A pause at the rugged sliprails, And a game of hide-and-seek. A search for the white...
by Gwen Belson-Taylor How I have loved you You will never know, My loved ones drifting in an alien world, Through sun and days bereft, with rain...
by Garry Lyle Travelogues, radio have made those “west beyond the sunset” lands that boyhood fancy glamorized familiar as Noosa sands. Small...
by Colin Bingham The bowl is shattered The great blue bowl; Where it held roses – bronze and burning, Summer's heat caught in a clump of petals, Giving to...
The Camp Fire
[THE following verses have been sent to us by a correspondent in the country, who states that he does not know the author's name—that he received a copy of...
The First Bomb
by Brian Vrepont At the burst of the first sky-bomb On the city, the god leapt out of me Screaming with impotence; Afterwards, dumb and warmly dead,...
The Malvern Star
by James Sweeney I set out from Proston for old Kingaroy, The going was easy, the ride was a joy; I covered the miles without hitch or a jar On that...
by Edgar Holt Lady of elusive smile, patched and powdered portraiture, were you always free from guile before you were a miniature? Were you Chloe to...
The Shepherd's Last Sleep
by George Essex Evans Typical Bark Hut In the old log hut the shepherd lay, His fevered cheek by the hot wind fanned; And he dreamt of the dear ones...
To the Rosella in the Poinsettia Tree
by James Picot Beautiful bird, in as your wings as vivid A tree, Rosella! Beautiful bird, I said: 'Your tent won't shelter you or love or me, Red...