Skunk Hour (Robert Lowell Poem)
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
Poems about garbage (31 Poems)
American Beauty (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
For Ann London As you described your mastectomy in calm detail and bared your chest so I might see the ...
Curriculum Vitae (Anthony Hecht Poem)
As though it were reluctant to be day, .......Morning deploys a scale .......Of rarities in gray, And winter settles down ...
from Proverbs of Hell (Rg Gregory Poem)
(a) radical ban all fires and places where people congregate to create comfort put an end to sleep good cooking ...
Tear It Down (Jack Gilbert Poem)
We find out the heart only by dismantling what the heart knows. By redefining the morning, we find a morning ...
Midnight (Louise Gluck Poem)
Speak to me, aching heart: what Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself Weeping in the dark garage With your ...
Fuck Me (Maggie Estep Poem)
FUCK ME I'm all screwed up so FUCK ME. FUCK ME and take out the garbage feed the cat and ...
Yes (Denise Duhamel Poem)
According to Culture Shock: A Guide to Customs and Etiquette of Filipinos, when my husband says yes, he could also ...
The Bandaged Shoulder (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
He said that he had hurt himself on a wall or that he had fallen. But there was probably another ...
Democracy (Leonard Cohen Poem)
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that ...
Suzanne (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend ...
Letter to an Archaeologist (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
Citizen, enemy, mama's boy, sucker, utter garbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht; a scalp so often scalded with boiling water that ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Coffee (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
I Feel Horrible. She Doesn’t (Richard Brautigan Poems)
I feel horrible. She doesn't love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that's just finished sewing a ...
Dream Song 107: Three ‘coons come at his garbage. He be cross (John Berryman Poems)
Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross, I figuring porcupine & took Sir poker unbarring Mr door, & ...
Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing (Margaret Atwood Poem)
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
Who In The Hell Is Tom Jones? (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks- about the time of ...
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 ...
The Blackbirds Are Rough Today (Charles Bukowski Poems)
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug ...
Possessions Are Nine Points Of Conversation (Ogden Nash Poems)
Some people, and it doesn't matter whether they are paupers or millionaires, Think that anything they have is the best ...
A Mysterious Naked Man (Alden Nowlan Poems)
A mysterious naked man has been reported on Cranston Avenue. The police are performing the usual ceremonies with coloured lights ...
1954 (Sharon Olds Poems)
Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt he had put on her face. And her training bra scared me-the ...
FRIST POEM (Peter Orlovsky Poems)
A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified. Songs burst from my breast, all my crying stops, mistory ...
SECOND POEM (Peter Orlovsky Poems)
Morning again, nothing has to be done, maybe buy a piano or make fudge. At least clean the room up ...
The unquiet city (Chris Mansell Poems)
we are succulents our cool jade arms open over clean tables our fine bone china minds pull the strings of ...
Editor Whedon (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
To be able to see every side of every question; To be on every side, to be everything, to be ...
The Negatives (Philip Levine Poems)
On March 1, 1958, four deserters from the French Army of North Africa, August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jack Dauville, & ...