Creed And Conduct Combined As Cause And Effect (Nora Pembroke Poems)
The Presbytery with one accord in one place,Were met to consider and speak on the caseOf David Macrae, bent with ...
Poems about gingerly (18 Poems)
The Calves Are Everywhere (Gudugwe Mlilo Poems)
The Reverend Shepstone? Really!The fence consumes the gourds!They dip with their calvesThey are all skinned together with their mothers.Kleke in ...
Back To The Machine Gun (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I awaken about noon and go out to get the mailin my old torn bathrobe.I'm hung overhair down in my ...
Wombat (Douglas Alexander Stewart Poems)
"Ha there! old-pig, old bear, old bristly and gingeryWombat out of the red earth peering gingerly,Was there some thud of ...
The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
Madam Life’s a Piece in Bloom (William Ernest Henley Poems)
Madam Life's a piece in bloom Death goes dogging everywhere: She's the tenant of the room, He's the ruffian on ...
Cocoons of White (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like silken cocoons waiting for the metamorphosis the cars under the snow in cocoons of white Wondering what they would ...
Foggy day on the ocean (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
Ruby Slippers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A pair of ruby slippers sequined and well-worn Old friends gingerly placed, lovingly left for another day I don't know ...
Deer in the Yard (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Looking our the window there was movement on the edge the edge of the fog of the morning Three deer ...
Cup (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Waiting for the cup, the blood of Christ symbolized in the grape juice kneeling at the rail waiting my turn ...
Her Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Long slender fingers clutched the bow caressed the cello Fingers like spiders walked gingerly down the neck Shuddered on the ...
Berries (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a thick cluster of ripe Concord grapes The blueberries hung on the bush Eager for my grasp, their liberation ...
Courage is a motherless lamb (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
Arrival At Santos (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
The Lovers of the Poor (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
Truce (Paul Muldoon Poems)
It begins with one or two soldiers And one or two following With hampers over their shoulders. They might be ...
Passing Out (Philip Levine Poems)
The doctor fingers my bruise. "Magnificent," he says, "black at the edges and purple cored." Seated, he spies for clues, ...