A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears, and Some Books (Robert Frost Poems)
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
Poems about haven (50 Poems)
The Housekeeper (Robert Frost Poem)
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
A Servant to Servants (Robert Frost Poem)
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
Riders (Robert Frost Poem)
The surest thing there is is we are riders, And though none too successful at it, guiders, Through everything presented, ...
A Time to Talk (Robert Frost Poem)
When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand ...
The Death of the Hired Man (Robert Frost Poem)
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
Home Burial (Robert Frost Poem)
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
Emotional Idiot (Maggie Estep Poem)
Liner Notes - (From Love Is A Dog From Hell) Emotional Idiocy is obviously a theme close to my heart ...
Sex Goddess (Maggie Estep Poem)
I am THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE so don't mess with me I've got a big bag full ...
Vomit (Russell Edson Poem)
The house grows sick in its dining room and begins to vomit. Father cries, the dining room is vomiting. No ...
Ape (Russell Edson Poem)
You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father, who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers. I've had ...
The Recumbent Posture (Marriott Edgar Poem)
The day after Christmas, young Albert Were what's called, confined to his bed, With a tight kind of pain in ...
Ai (Denise Duhamel Poem)
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
Arrival (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Across a thousand miles of sea, a hundred leagues of land, Along a path I had not traced and could ...
You’ve seen Balloons set — Haven’t You? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
You've seen Balloons set -- Haven't You? So stately they ascend -- It is as Swans -- discarded You, For ...
I haven’t told my garden yet (Emily Dickinson Poems)
I haven't told my garden yet -- Lest that should conquer me. I haven't quite the strength now To break ...
The Last Unicorn (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The last unicorn was never free to chose another ending, the plaintive melody entrained with sweet orchestral strains describing it ...
Out of The Annexe (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It grew out of the Annexe and our Corps in a world at peace while our army trained, magnificent in ...
Ah, that Murphy girl (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Let's talk about the weather then, would that help you take your ease? Gossip is so rare from you the ...
The Song of Quoodle (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
They haven't got no noses, The fallen sons of Eve; Even the smell of roses Is not what they supposes; ...
A Hedge Of Rubber Trees (Amy Clampitt Poem)
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
Waiting For The Miracle (Leonard Cohen Poem)
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time, I ...
Guilt (John Betjeman Poem)
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
A Passer-by (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea ...
Self-Portrait At 28 (David Berman Poem)
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
Retrospect (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were ...
Dawn (Yosa Buson Poem)
Dawn-- fish the cormorants haven't caught swimming in the shallows. (Yosa Buson)