• The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
• O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman (1865)
• Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas
• We Wear the Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar
• Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
• A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
• by Erin Hanson
  • "There is a freedom waiting for you, / On the breezes of the sky, / And you ask 'What if I fall?' / Oh but my darling, / What if you fly?"
  • "I lend everyone my ear, / But nobody my heart, / And I sure would like to change that, / But I don't know where to start, / I smile more to myself, / Than the world will ever see, / Because the only time my smile is real, / Is in my own company, / People don't know how I feel, / They never even ask, / It seems I have fooled them all, / They can't see past my mask, / If they were with me late at night, / When the world was still asleep, / Maybe I'd let them sort, / Through the secrets that I keep, / But when I wake at 2AM, / Nobody is ever there, / And I learnt that why I hide my heart, / Is because no-one really cares."
  • "When they called you a heartbreaker, / There's no way they could have known, / That you'd left no heart more broken, / Than the way you'd left your own."
  • "Photos are the only way, / To hold on to what you knew, / Because the moments they show never change, / When the people in them do."
  • "Golden sun falls through the windows / But your smile is cold as snow, / It seems your summer on the surface / Hides a winter far below."
  • "Your blindness to my downfall, / Has gone too far to be a joke, / As I stand ablaze before you, / And you tell me you smell smoke."
• Sailing to Byzantium by William Butler Yeats
• The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Tennyson
  • "...Theirs not to make reply, / Theirs not to reason why, / Theirs but to do and die. / Into the valley of Death / Rode the six hundred..."
• by Pragya T
  • "Kisses kept are wasted; / Love is to be tasted. / There are some you love, I know; / Be not loathe to tell them so. / Lips go dry and eyes grow wet / Waiting to be warmly met. / Keep them not in waiting yet; / Kisses kept are wasted."
• Sonnet 116 by Shakespeare
  • "Let me not to the marriage of true minds / Admit impediments. Love is not love / Which alters when it alteration finds, / Or bends with the remover to remove: / O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, / That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; / It is the star to every wandering bark, / Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. / Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks / Within his bending sickle's compass come; / Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, / But bears it out even to the edge of doom. / If this be error and upon me proved, / I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
• Sonnet 145 by Shakespeare
  • "Those lips that Love's own hand did make / Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate,' / To me that languish'd for her sake: / But when she saw my woeful state, / Straight in her heart did mercy come, / Chiding that tongue that ever sweet / Was used in giving gentle doom, / And taught it thus anew to greet: / 'I hate' she alter'd with an end, / That follow'd it as gentle day / Doth follow night, who like a fiend / From heaven to hell is flown away; / 'I hate' from hate away she threw, / And saved my life, saying–'not you.'"
• Let Every Day Be Christmas by Norman Wesley Brooks (1976/12/17)_
  • "Christmas is forever, not for just one day, / for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away / like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf. / The good you do for others is good you do yourself."
• The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus (New York City, 1883)
  • "Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame / With conquering limbs astride from land to land; / Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand / A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame / Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name / Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand / Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command / The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame, / 'Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!' cries she / With silent lips. 'Give me your tired, your poor, / Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, / The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, / Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, / I lift my lamp beside the golden door!'"
• The Ballad of Mulan from Guo Maoqian's Anthology of Yuefu Poetry
• Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
• What We Share by Jill Wolf
• Don't Quit by Jill Wolf
• The Best of Friends by Jill Wolf
• Hug by Jill Wolf

Fable

• The Wolf and the Lamb by Aesop
  • "Moral: The tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny."