This Soul Cried Out (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As He is so want to do, the lectionary was blended sharing a deeper message, in the mixing of the ...
Poems about ashamed (47 Poems)
The River Scamander (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail; Men, gods, and ...
The Psalter (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
ONCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last; I can't resist, whatever may have passed, But must relate, what ...
The Old Man’s Calendar (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
The Mandrake (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
The Falcon (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
Nicaise (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Paul’s Wife (Robert Frost Poems)
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
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 ...
Marksman Sam (Marriott Edgar Poem)
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit, And they marched 'im away one wint'ry ...
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 ...
Kinky (Denise Duhamel Poem)
They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide ...
The Foolish Fir-Tree (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
The Old Front Gate (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
W'en daih's chillun in de house, Dey keep on a-gittin' tall; But de folks don' seem to see Dat dey's ...
You taught me Waiting with Myself — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
You taught me Waiting with Myself -- Appointment strictly kept -- You taught me fortitude of Fate -- This -- ...
Who were “the Father and the Son” (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Who were "the Father and the Son" We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us ...
Perhaps you think me stooping (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Perhaps you think me stooping I'm not ashamed of that Christ -- stooped until He touched the Grave -- Do ...
I cannot be ashamed (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer -- Magnitude Reverses Modesty And I cannot be ...
I am ashamed — I hide (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I am ashamed -- I hide -- What right have I -- to be a Bride -- So late a ...
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed -- She bore Life's empty Pack As gallantly as if the East Were swinging ...
For every Bird a Nest (Emily Dickinson Poem)
For every Bird a Nest -- Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round -- Wherefore when boughs ...
So proud she was to die (Emily Dickinson Poem)
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire ...
What Soft — Cherubic Creatures (Emily Dickinson Poem)
What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures -- These Gentlewomen are -- One would as soon assault a Plush -- Or violate ...
So bashful when I spied her! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
So bashful when I spied her! So pretty -- so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find -- ...
Tools for life (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Has life ever dumped you in a heap? Perhaps you've found self belief so strongly reinforcing that doubt never enters ...
To keep the ambience alive (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed, I couldn't say it wasn't much because it was for ...
Partisanship and politics (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain just how the term remains a sticking ...
My enemy my friend (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
My enemy my friend whom I know without compromise, when I listened to the deconstructions avowed of you as your ...