Poems about clutching (26 Poems)
Lines On A Young Lady’s Photograph Album (Philip Larkin Poems)
At last you yielded up the album, which Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages Matt and glossy on the thick black pages! Too much confectionery, too rich: I choke on such nutritious images. My swivel eye hungers from … Continue reading
History (Robert Lowell Poem)
History has to live with what was here, clutching and close to fumbling all we had– it is so dull and gruesome how we die, unlike writing, life never finishes. Abel was finished; death is not remote, a flash-in-the-pan electrifies … Continue reading
Potions (Yusef Komunyakaa Poem)
The old woman made mint Candy for the children Who’d bolt through her front door, Silhouettes of the great blue Heron. She sold ten-dollar potions From a half-lit kitchen. Chinese boxes Furnished with fliers & sinkers. Sassafras & lizard tongues. … Continue reading
Madam Life’s a Piece in Bloom (William Ernest Henley Poems)
Madam Life’s a piece in bloom Death goes dogging everywhere: She’s the tenant of the room, He’s the ruffian on the stair. You shall see her as a friend, You shall bilk him once or twice; But he’ll trap you … Continue reading
Let America Be America Again (Langston Hughes Poem)
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the … Continue reading
the rest home (Rg Gregory Poem)
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so to speak) in latin and (was it) greek it caused no great offence to nobody did it make sense to … Continue reading
An English Wood (Robert Graves Poem)
This valley wood is pledged To the set shape of things, And reasonably hedged: Here are no harpies fledged, No rocs may clap their wings, Nor gryphons wave their stings. Here, poised in quietude, Calm elementals brood On the set … Continue reading
Giving from Love (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She gave, all, from her poverty out of her love her love for God in His holy temple where he lived with His people the fixed tabernacle dreamed of by David She stood in her poverty clutching two copper coins … Continue reading
The Size of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Tall mountains reaching to the sky Deep canyons, cut into the earth, gorges, valleys Huge blue whales, the enormity of the universe Tiny atoms, in every thing on earth and in the stars, a newborn hand clutching her daddy’s finger … Continue reading
I Was Six (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My wife shared with me new candles votives to replace those used up Suddenly I was six, maybe eight certainly no older than that for an instant, a sure moment, I knew the smells of a place long ago, when … Continue reading