Vers De Société (Philip Larkin Poem)
My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps To come and waste their time and ours: perhaps You'd ...
Poems about forks (27 Poems)
The Widow’s Party (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
"Where have you been this while away, Johnnie, Johnnie?" 'Long with the rest on a picnic lay, Johnnie, my Johnnie, ...
The Ballad of the King’s Jest (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
Exiles (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Her brown falcon perches above the sink as steaming water forks over my hands. Below the wrists they shrivel and ...
Making The Lion For All It’s Got — A Ballad (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
I came home and found a lion in my room... A ...
Rejecting Grace (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In our journey on the earth we are given choices many forks along our path many opportunities God ever knocking ...
The Geometry of Dishes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a giant game of blocks is the washing of dishes of a family of five even when only the ...
Willow Whips (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Snap of the willow whip chosen, just the right mix of thick branch, slender tip leave a few leaves at ...
The two little skeezucks (Eugene Field Poem)
There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea; They clambered and rollicked ...
Sister’s cake (Eugene Field Poems)
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
The Falcon (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
Growltiger’s Last Stand (T. S. Eliot Poems)
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
On The Disadvantages Of Central Heating (Amy Clampitt Poem)
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod stove-warmed flatiron slid under the covers, mornings a damascene- sealed bizarrerie of fernwork ...
Hexameters (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
Fit the Seventh ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Banker's Fate They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Fit the Fourth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
Fit the Sixth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Barrister's Dream They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Fit the Third ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
Fit the Eighth (Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Vanishing They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They ...
Fit the Fifth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
The house where I was born (06) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I woke up, but I was travelling, The train had rolled throughout the night, It was now going toward huge ...
Shadblow (Linda Pastan Poems)
Because the shad are swimming in our waters now, breaching the skin of the river with their tarnished silvery fins, ...
Two Campers In Cloud Country (Sylvia Plath Poems)
(Rock Lake, Canada) In this country there is neither measure nor balance To redress the dominance of rocks and woods, ...
What He Thought (Heather McHugh Poems)
We were supposed to do a job in Italy and, full of our feeling for ourselves (our sense of being ...
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 ...
Hymns Of The Marshes. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...