America (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
Poems about everybody (31 Poems)
Vernal Pool (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
http://www.epa.gov/owow/wetlands/types/vernal.html, http://www.vernalpool.org/ Ah, now I can support The project, the building The school, the purchase, the land A vernal pool ...
Unwanted (Edward Field Poem)
The poster with my picture on it Is hanging on the bulletin board in the Post Office. I stand by ...
The Ax-Helve (Robert Frost Poem)
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
A Hundred Collars (Robert Frost Poem)
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
II. The Pauper Witch of Grafton (Robert Frost Poem)
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
In the Home Stretch (Robert Frost Poem)
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Vomit (Russell Edson Poem)
The house grows sick in its dining room and begins to vomit. Father cries, the dining room is vomiting. No ...
Portrait of a Lady (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
The Pig (Roald Dahl Poem)
In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a ...
First We Take Manhattan (Leonard Cohen Poem)
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom For trying to change the system from within I'm coming now, I'm ...
Everybody Knows (Leonard Cohen Poem)
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that ...
Clemente’s Images (Robert Creeley Poems)
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
An Alphabet of Famous Goops (Gelett Burgess Poem)
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
-2 (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they're lined up for blocks, so I'll go to bed with ...
Charles Augustus Fortescue (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
The nicest child I ever knew Was Charles Augustus Fortescue. He never lost his cap, or tore His stockings or ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Dream Song 68: I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing (John Berryman Poem)
I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing, and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin good that one, ...
Andrea del Sarto (Robert Browning Poem)
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
Young In New Orleans (Charles Bukowski Poem)
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
Bluebird (Charles Bukowski Poem)
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
Let It Enfold You (Charles Bukowski Poem)
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Still (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
Easter Morning (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Flophouse (Charles Bukowski Poems)
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
Poetry (Charles Bukowski Poems)
it takes a lot of desperation dissatisfaction and disillusion to write a few good poems. it's not for everybody either ...
We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain (Charles Bukowski Poems)
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...