The Bridge of Sighs (Thomas Hood Poem)
One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; ...
Poems about muddy (31 Poems)
Things I Didn’t Know I Loved (Nazim Hikmet Poems)
it's 1962 March 28th I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train night is falling I never knew I ...
Exposure (Seamus Heaney Poem)
It is December in Wicklow: Alders dripping, birches Inheriting the last light, The ash tree cold to look at. A ...
The Negro Speaks Of Rivers (Langston Hughes Poem)
I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human ...
the buddha’s tooth (Rg Gregory Poems)
(for matt - 15) in the first seven years you choose your howdah having by then bare inklings of a ...
Sorley’s Weather (Robert Graves Poems)
When outside the icy rain Comes leaping helter-skelter, Shall I tie my restive brain Snugly under shelter? Shall I make ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
More Stones (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Where to look, where to find more stones for the rows the walk waiting in the yard unfinished lines, longing ...
Dirty Water (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
"The Jordan River is muddy and cold, chills the body but not the soul", or so said our songs in ...
Stoves and sunshine (Eugene Field Poem)
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
One Step Backward Taken (Robert Frost Poem)
Not only sands and gravels Were once more on their travels, But gulping muddy gallons Great boulders off their balance ...
The Sphynx (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
Morning at the Window (T. S. Eliot Poem)
THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of ...
Preludes (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
The Poet Washes Dishes (Peter Conners Poem)
It took several hours. There were spaces in the cookware of which no one was aware, save the poet. The ...
Tema con Variazioni (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous ...
Phantasmagoria Canto I (The Trystyng ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
Theme with Variations (Lewis Carroll Poem)
I never loved a dear Gazelle-- Nor anything that cost me much: High prices profit those who sell, But why ...
An Alphabet of Famous Goops (Gelett Burgess Poem)
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Part 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
The Other Tiger (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Squatter’s Children (Elizabeth Bishop Poems)
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
Roosters (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
135. Epigram on Rough Roads (Robert Burns Poems)
I'M now arrived-thanks to the gods!- Thro' pathways rough and muddy, A certain sign that makin roads Is no this ...
The Sun Weilds Mercy (Charles Bukowski Poems)
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...