Babel: The Gate Of The God (Gordon Bottomley Poems)
Lost towers impend, copeless primeval props Of the new threatening sky, and first rude digits Of awe remonstrance and uneasy power Thrust out ...
Poems about digits (16 Poems)
Arthur Ziegelboim (Rachel Korn Poems)
When was your immortal deed set and sealed?Or, could it have been a childish dreamThat came as a sinister messageInto ...
Variable Quantity (Isobel Stone Poems)
At dawnThe cold steel blade of timeFalls once again across my browAnd as its golden compromiseSurrenders to my will(Your heart ...
Mehitabel’s Extensive Past (Donald Marquis Poems)
mehitabel the cat claims thatshe has a human soulalso and has transmigratedfrom body to body and itmay be so boss ...
Mottoes (Billy Bennett Poems)
There are mottoes on the family crests of EnglandSince the Conqueror blew his conk upon our shoresIt's grand to have ...
Upon A Wasp Chilled With Cold (Edward Taylor Poems)
The bear that breathes the northern blastDid numb, torpedo-like, a waspWhose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathingIn Sol's warm breath and ...
Serendipity Poetry (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sudden words from my daily life, my mind's eye, words gifted to me leaping onto the page sharing serendipity, beauty, ...
The Hum of the Fan (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr ...
Can’t Sleep (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Staring at the screen the computer watch the flash of images, messages of nothingness flickering bits of news with no ...
Poetry in My Soul (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I hear the verse in the cells of my fingers feel the pull of the words on the keyboard typing ...
Oh, She is Old (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A Decade, double digits and all of that Today is her birthday so give a cheer for the divine Miss ...
Reservations Confirmed (Charles Webb Poems)
The ticket settles on my desk: a paper tongue pronouncing "Go away;" a flattened seed from which a thousand-mile leap ...
Upon A Wasp Chilled With Cold (Edward Taylor Poems)
The bear that breathes the northern blast Did numb, torpedo-like, a wasp Whose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathing In Sol's ...
Oh (Anne Sexton Poems)
It is snowing and death bugs me as stubborn as insomnia. The fierce bubbles of chalk, the little white lesions ...
Pi (Wislawa Szymborska Poems)
The admirable number pi: three point one four one. All the following digits are also just a start, five nine ...
The Reckoning (Theodore Roethke Poems)
All profits disappear: the gain Of ease, the hoarded, secret sum; And now grim digits of old pain Return to ...