The Fear (Robert Frost Poem)
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
Poems about anyone (51 Poems)
The Death of the Hired Man (Robert Frost Poem)
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
Home Burial (Robert Frost Poem)
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
A Girl’s Garden (Robert Frost Poems)
A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the ...
Stalk Me (Maggie Estep Poem)
Liner Notes - (from Love Is A Dog From Hell) My friend Jenny is really worried that people are going ...
Vomit (Russell Edson Poem)
The house grows sick in its dining room and begins to vomit. Father cries, the dining room is vomiting. No ...
Queen Matilda (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Henry the first, surnamed " Beauclare," Lost his only son William at sea, So when Henry died it were hard ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Sex With A Famous Poet (Denise Duhamel Poem)
I had sex with a famous poet last night and when I rolled over and found myself beside him I ...
Landscape At The End Of The Century (Stephen Dunn Poem)
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
Essay On The Personal (Stephen Dunn Poem)
Because finally the personal is all that matters, we spend years describing stones, chairs, abandoned farmhouses- until we're ready. Always ...
Biography In The First Person (Stephen Dunn Poem)
This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, the hairline I conceal reaches back ...
Metro North (Mark Doty Poem)
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Broadway (Mark Doty Poem)
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
Turtle, Swan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
Death is potential to that Man (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Death is potential to that Man Who dies -- and to his friend -- Beyond that -- unconspicuous To Anyone ...
If I could bribe them by a Rose (Emily Dickinson Poem)
If I could bribe them by a Rose I'd bring them every flower that grows From Amherst to Cashmere! I ...
What a weekend (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
What a weekend, it certainly defied all the pundits' trends, the 'World Game' French were trashed by Versace and petulance, ...
Puissant Morons (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Clean your glory glasses, scrub the lenses clean and see the puissant morons stare; garbed in common guises far from ...
No further slice of me (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn't ...
The Cobweb (Raymond Carver Poem)
A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck of the house. From there I could see and hear the ...
Fear (Raymond Carver Poem)
Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive. Fear of falling asleep at night. Fear of not falling ...
The Sea (Lewis Carroll Poem)
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but ...
A Sea Dirge (Lewis Carroll Poem)
There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the ...
I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey’s Version Of “Three Blind Mice” (Billy Collins Poems)
And I start wondering how they came to be blind. If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister, ...
Nightclub (Billy Collins Poem)
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
Snow Day (Billy Collins Poem)
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
Café Talk (Thomas Blackburn Poem)
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
In Westminster Abbey (John Betjeman Poem)
Let me take this other glove off As the vox humana swells, And the beauteous fields of Eden Bask beneath ...
Wednesday (Marvin Bell Poem)
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...