Spring Day (Amy Lowell Poem)
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Poems about crawls (31 Poems)
The Allies (Amy Lowell Poem)
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
Sussex (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
Lines On The Loss Of The “Titanic” (Thomas Hardy Poem)
In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches ...
Work and Play (Ted Hughes Poem)
The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer, A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage, A whiplash swimmer, a fish ...
The Farewell XXVIII (Khalil Gibran Poem)
And now it was evening. And Almitra the seeress said, "Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit ...
Whispers of Immortality (T. S. Eliot Poem)
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
Ai (Denise Duhamel Poem)
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
She sights a Bird — she chuckles — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
She sights a Bird -- she chuckles -- She flattens -- then she crawls -- She runs without the look ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset (Emily Dickinson Poem)
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
In these quiet moments (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In these quiet moments before the night softens the mountains of the South and deflates the clouds that float beneath ...
The Sea-Child (Eliza Cook Poem)
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
The Song of the Oak (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man; But though the ...
The Shroud of Color (Countee Cullen Poem)
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
The Palace of Humbug (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Lays of Mystery, Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls, And each damp thing that ...
To Flower (Michael Burch Poem)
When Pentheus went into the mountains in the garb of the baccae, his mother and the other maenads, ...
Matt’s Manifesto (Jonathan Bohrn Poems)
The Renaissance men are aging now, having survived Industrialization's Original Sin and the Information Age flood; The need for specialization ...
Portrait of a Baby (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches’ Sabbath (Conrad Aiken Poems)
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 08: The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
A Life (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. Here's yesterday, last year --- ...
Contusion (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Color floods to the spot, dull purple. The rest of the body is all washed-out, The color of pearl. In ...
The Lobster (Howard Nemerov Poems)
Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tank Supplied by a rill of cold fresh water Running down a ...
Artificer (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
The Leaf And The Tree (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
When will you learn, myself, to be a dying leaf on a living tree? Budding, swelling, growing strong, Wearing green, ...