Poems about anyhow (30 Poems)
Off the Turnpike (Amy Lowell Poem)
Good ev’nin’, Mis’ Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it’s all over. All my things is packed An’ every last one o’ them boxes Is on Bradley’s team Bein’ hauled over to th’ depot. No, I … Continue reading
The Tragedy (Henry Lawson Poem)
Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue Since the days I gulped the physic that my Granny used to brew; For a friend in whom I trusted, entering my room last night, Stole a bottleful … Continue reading
The Mother Poem (two) (Jackie Kay Poem)
I always wanted to give birth Do that incredible natural thing That women do-I nearly broke down When I heard we couldn’t And then my man said to me Well there’s always adoption (we didn’t have test tubes and the … Continue reading
The Post That Fitted (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Ere the seamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry An attractive girl at Tunbridge, whom he called “my little Carrie.” Sleary’s pay was very modest; Sleary was the other way. Who can cook a two-plate dinner on eight … Continue reading
The Mary Gloster (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I’ve paid for your sickest fancies; I’ve humoured your crackedest whim – Dick, it’s your daddy, dying; you’ve got to listen to him! Good for a fortnight, am I? The doctor told you? He lied. I shall go under by … Continue reading
The Future (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it’s lonely here, there’s no one left to torture Give me absolute control over every living soul And lie beside me, baby, that’s an order! Give me crack … Continue reading
Phantasmagoria CANTO VII ( Sad Souvenaunce ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
“WHAT’S this?” I pondered. “Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?” But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon me, and I sat and wept An hour or so, like winking. “No need for Bones to hurry so!” I … Continue reading
Preface to Hunting of the Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
PREFACE If—and the thing is wildly possible—the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief but instructive poem, it would be based, I feel convinced, on the line “Then the bowsprit got mixed with the … Continue reading
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task, Eager she wields her spade; yet loves as well Rest on a friendly knee, … Continue reading
The Romance Of Patrolman Casey (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
There was a young patrolman who Had large but tender feet; They always hurt him badly when He walked upon his beat. (He always took them with him when He walked upon his beat.) His name was Patrick Casey and … Continue reading