Silence was the Remedy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not a punishment, not in so many words that wasn't what Gabriel had in mind, not in this case, unbelief ...
Poems about listening (51 Poems)
Raining Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We were all in prayer heads bowed in the sanctuary as she began to speak to proclaim our petitions speak ...
Hoot (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Charged electricity In the room Caffeine in the coffee and my pacing feet. My name first on the list Bold ...
Billable (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Capturing minutiae slices of time carved from the flow of my life segmenting the ebb and rush of phone and ...
When the Evening Darkens (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When the evening darkens and the day cools and the stars flicker to light I sat on the blanket with ...
The wanderer (Eugene Field Poem)
Upon a mountain height, far from the sea, I found a shell, And to my listening ear the lonely thing ...
A proper trewe idyll of camelot (Eugene Field Poem)
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Bird With Two Right Wings (Lawrence Ferlinghetti Poem)
And now our government a bird with two right wings flies on from zone to zone while we go on ...
Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning (Lawrence Ferlinghetti Poem)
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Of Politics & Art (Norman Dubie Poem)
for Allen Here, on the farthest point of the peninsula The winter storm Off the Atlantic shook the schoolhouse. Mrs. ...
The Voice of Robert Desnos (Robert Desnos Poem)
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
Song For Saint Cecilia’s Day, 1687 (John Dryden Poems)
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay And could ...
We talked with each other about each other (Emily Dickinson Poem)
We talked with each other about each other Though neither of us spoke -- We were listening to the seconds' ...
I should not dare to leave my friend, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I should not dare to leave my friend, Because -- because if he should die While I was gone -- ...
Echoes in an empty room (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The strident sounds of silence echo in a darkened room, a beggar's tomb of emptied space and barrenness, a shameful ...
The Old Arm-chair (Eliza Cook Poem)
I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair ? ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Hymn before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Chamouni (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO V ( Byckerment ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
The Cuckoo (John Clare Poem)
The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, With narrow pointed wings Whews o'er our heads-soon out of sight And as ...
Nightclub (Billy Collins Poem)
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
Snow Day (Billy Collins Poem)
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
THE HUDSON (Luis Benitez Poem)
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
II. Written at Bamborough Castle. (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
YE holy tow'rs, that crown the azure deep, Still may ye shade the wave-worn rock sublime, Though, hurrying silent by, ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Mary (Edgar Bowers Poem)
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
Passer-By, These Are Words (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of ...