Poems about cools (21 Poems)
Jazz Chick (Bob Kaufman Poem)
Music from her breast, vibrating Soundseared into burnished velvet. Silent hips deceiving fools. Rivulets of trickling ecstacy From the alabaster pools of Jazz Where music cools hot souls. Eyes more articulately silent Than Medusa’s thousand tongues. A bridge of eyes, … Continue reading
The Way Through the Woods. (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods Before they planted the trees. It is underneath the … Continue reading
Cuckoo Song (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(Spring begins in southern England on the 14th April, on which date the Old Woman lets the Cuckoo out of her basket at Heathfield Fair — locally known as Heffle Cuckoo Fair.) Tell it to the locked-up trees, Cuckoo, bring … Continue reading
Moon In Virgo (James Lee Jobe Poem)
You are not beaten. The simple music rises up, children’s voices in the air, sound floating out across the land and on to the river beyond, over the valley’s floor. No, you cannot go back for those things you lost, … Continue reading
Lying In Grass (Hermann Hesse Poem)
Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers, And the down colors of the bright summer meadow, The soft blue spread of heaven, the bees’ song, Is this everything only a god’s Groaning dream, The cry of unconscious powers … Continue reading
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
‘My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.’ Arthur Scargill Sunday Times, 10 January 1982 Next millennium you’ll have to search quite hard to find my slab behind the … Continue reading
NOT EVERY DAY FIT FOR VERSE (Robert Herrick Poem)
‘Tis not ev’ry day that I Fitted am to prophesy: No, but when the spirit fills The fantastic pannicles, Full of fire, then I write As the Godhead doth indite. Thus enraged, my lines are hurl’d, Like the Sibyl’s, through … Continue reading
When the Evening Darkens (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When the evening darkens and the day cools and the stars flicker to light I sat on the blanket with a smile on my face listening to the band reminisce not by their conversation, but by their playing, singing, strumming … Continue reading
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, “Our music’s in the hills; “- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If thou knew’st who calls To twilight parks of beech and pine, High over the river intervals, Above the ploughman’s highest … Continue reading
Alphonso Of Castile (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre crop of figs and limes, Shorter days and harder times. Flowering April cools and dies In the insufficient skies; Imps … Continue reading