A Ballad of Footmen (Amy Lowell Poem)
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
Poems about cocks (28 Poems)
The Skeleton in Armor (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
Letter (Victor Hugo Poem)
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
A Poet at Twenty (Donald Hall Poem)
Images leap with him from branch to branch. His eyes brighten, his head cocks, he pauses under a green bough, ...
THE OLD WIVES’ PRAYER (Robert Herrick Poems)
Holy-Rood, come forth and shield Us i' th' city and the field; Safely guard us, now and aye, From the ...
The Harvest Bow (Seamus Heaney Poem)
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
Footnote To Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
The Self-Seeker (Robert Frost Poem)
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
The Sleepers (William Henry Davies Poem)
As I walked down the waterside This silent morning, wet and dark; Before the cocks in farmyards crowed, Before the ...
I’m sorry for the Dead — Today — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today -- It's such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences -- It's time ...
The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
Self-Portrait At 28 (David Berman Poem)
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
In Reference to Her Children (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
Tears In Sleep (Louise Bogan Poem)
All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day, And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's ...
How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix (Robert Browning Poem)
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
Roosters (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
211. Song-My Hoggie (Robert Burns Poems)
WHAT will I do gin my Hoggie die? My joy, my pride, my Hoggie! My only beast, I had nae ...
243. Elegy on the Year 1788 (Robert Burns Poems)
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn, E'en let them die-for that they're born: But oh! prodigious to reflec'! A ...
41. Epistle to John Rankine (Robert Burns Poems)
O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin! There's mony godly folks are thinkin, Your ...
88. The Author’s Earnest Cry and Prayer (Robert Burns Poems)
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
Saltbush Bill’s Gamecock (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
'Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; He crossed them over the Hard Times ...
Bottle ‘O’ (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
I ain't the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job; I drives me bottle cart around the town; ...
Upon Appleton House, to My Lord Fairfax (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
The Passing Strange (John Masefield Poems)
Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Water and ...
Central Park Violence (Sharon Esther Lampert Poems)
Central Park: Water Fight, Flight, and Tears June 1 2001, N.Y. C., U.S.A. (1) From the five boroughs of N.Y.C., ...
When Dawn Comes to the City (Claude McKay Poems)
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...