A daughter’s prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
A daughter's prayer, for a best friend, a hurting soul, torn apart staggered by the punches the body blows, gut ...
Poems about cared (51 Poems)
Being the Grease (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Finding a way, to get it all done to balance the interests, to get the access the hearing needed, to ...
Learning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Voracious appetite For learning new things about many topics To acquire knowledge and context of why things are as they ...
The Final Word (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh it will be wonderful At the end of the age For those who believe To see that heavenly place ...
A Fourth Under Fire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We celebrate once again the bravery of those certain men who saw what they had to do and though they ...
The delectable ballad of the waller lot (Eugene Field Poem)
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
Little Willie (Eugene Field Poem)
When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy His mother with ...
The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam Of Naishapur (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
The Exposed Nest (Robert Frost Poem)
You were forever finding some new play. So when I saw you down on hands and knees I the meadow, ...
Place for a Third (Robert Frost Poem)
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
I. The Witch of Coös (Robert Frost Poem)
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
Other Children (Paul Eluard Poem)
"Little child of my five senses and of my tenderness." Let us cradle our loves, We will have good children. ...
Aunt Helen (T. S. Eliot Poem)
MISS HELEN SLINGSBY was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by ...
To make One’s Toilette — after Death (Emily Dickinson Poems)
To make One's Toilette -- after Death Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is ...
The Stars are old, that stood for me — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Stars are old, that stood for me -- The West a little worn -- Yet newer glows the only ...
Read — Sweet — how others — strove (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove -- Till we -- are stouter -- What they -- renounced -- ...
If I’m lost — now (Emily Dickinson Poems)
If I'm lost -- now That I was found -- Shall still my transport be -- That once -- on ...
He was weak, and I was strong — then (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He was weak, and I was strong -- then -- So He let me lead him in -- I was ...
Of Course — I prayed (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of Course -- I prayed -- And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird ...
Put up my lute! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Put up my lute! What of -- my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to charm -- Passive -- ...
On The Death of a Father (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
Growing Apart (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We knew their names or thought we did, we knew their faces from an album of places we'd played in ...
For Harry (My College Room-mate who Died) (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
He cut his hand and it bled, the flesh inside was red and the hurt discounted the flood of red ...
Every Time I laugh Aloud (An Ode to Short People) (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
A final journeying (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Steve is gone, I hardly can believe the man wont cry again, I cannot credit that his energy wont bloom ...
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Youth And Age (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...