Poems about hungry (51 Poems)
I play at Riches — to appease (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I play at Riches — to appease The Clamoring for Gold – It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold With Want, and Opportunity – I could have done a Sin And been Myself that easy Thing … Continue reading
Through lane it lay — through bramble (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Through lane it lay — through bramble – Through clearing and through wood – Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road. The wolf came peering curious – The owl looked puzzled down – The serpent’s satin figure Glid stealthily … Continue reading
I had been hungry, all the Years — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I had been hungry, all the Years – My Noon had Come — to dine – I trembling drew the Table near – And touched the Curious Wine – ‘Twas this on Tables I had seen – When turning, hungry, … Continue reading
8 Fragments For Kurt Cobain (Jim Carroll Poem)
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover And it resents fame With bitter vengeance Pills and powdres only placate it awhile Then it puts you in a … Continue reading
The New Freethinker (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
John Grubby who was short and stout And troubled with religious doubt, Refused about the age of three To sit upon the curate’s knee; (For so the eternal strife must rage Between the spirit of the age And Dogma, which, … Continue reading
The Old Song (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew the end was near: And something said that far away, over the hills and far away There came a crawling … Continue reading
Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion (William Cowper Poem)
Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion, Scarce can endure delay of execution, Wait, with impatient readiness, to seize my Soul in a moment. Damned below Judas:more abhorred than he was, Who for a few pence sold his holy Master. Twice … Continue reading
Fame’s Penny-Trumpet (Lewis Carroll Poems)
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back – Gold-sucking leeches, shoals on shoals! Fill all the air with hungry wails – “Reward us, ere we think or … Continue reading
Consolation (Billy Collins Poem)
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets, fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard and all the … Continue reading
Britannia’s Pastorals (William Browne Poems)
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on his hook, Now in the midst he throws, then in a nook: Here pulls his line, there throws it in … Continue reading