Autobiography At An Air-Station (Philip Larkin Poem)
Delay, well, travellers must expect Delay. For how long? No one seems to know. With all the luggage weighed, the ...
Poems about cigarettes (31 Poems)
Ligne imaginaire (Dimitris P. Kraniotis Poem)
Fumées des cigarettes et tasses pleines de café, à côté de la ligne imaginaire, sur la quelle la vitesse des ...
Woodchucks (Maxine Kumin Poem)
Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right. The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange was featured as merciful, ...
Fictitious line (Dimitris P. Kraniotis Poem)
Smokes of cigarettes and mugs full of coffee, next to the fictitious line where the eddy of words leans against ...
Twilight: After Haying (Jane Kenyon Poem)
Yes, long shadows go out from the bales; and yes, the soul must part from the body: what else could ...
A dull sound, varying now and again (Forrest Hamer Poem)
And then we began eating corn starch, chalk chewed wet into sirup. We pilfered Argo boxes stored away to stiffen ...
Regarding Art (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
Sometimes, I, too, tell the ah's of my heart one by one like the blood-red beads of a ruby rosary ...
The Tenor Man (Adrian Green Poem)
Pottering around the stage, a hyperactive ancient in his own backyard - independent of the band it seems. Disrhythmic shuffling ...
One Morning (Eamon Grennan Poem)
Looking for distinctive stones, I found the dead otter rotting by the tideline, and carried all day the scent of ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
A Drive to Court (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Three together, down the road a sprint to a court date, saving at the end, of the journey second-hand smoke, ...
A Beat in Concord (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
Rhapsody on a Windy Night (T. S. Eliot Poem)
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
The Voice of Robert Desnos (Robert Desnos Poem)
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
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 ...
We, The Living (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
Days of the slow roll (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It was the days of the slow roll, times when we dextrously dressed our hand-rolled cigarettes with a dearth of ...
The Obesion (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Carmen De Boheme (Hart Crane Poem)
Sinuously winding through the room On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, -- Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume The ...
Talk (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Dream Song 134: Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 (John Berryman Poem)
Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 was Henry's gloomy Monday morning oh. Still he had to lecture. They ...
A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Giant Toad (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Arrival At Santos (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
The House (Charles Bukowski Poems)
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to ...
No. 6 (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I'll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little ...
We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain (Charles Bukowski Poems)
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
Rain (Charles Bukowski Poems)
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats under ...
Poem For My 43rd Birthday (Charles Bukowski Poems)
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine-- just a lightbulb and a potbelly, ...