Sounds of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Crashing waves on a rocky coast, rain falling on parched ground The cry of a newborn baby, the call of ...
Poems about pack (51 Poems)
Run the Race (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
If only we would just run forward, mile on mile, not look backward, behind us, second guessing, looking for the ...
No Running (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Earnest, nodding heads a trio of repentant souls agreeing with the restated rule, after cleaning the debris, the drying eyes, ...
Pool or Chess (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He prowled the room Around the table Intent Focused Body bent, contorted To make this shot and the next, already ...
Congo Square (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sneakers of mud Squish between my toes Move to the music Unhinge my spine Rain upon me Don't have a ...
Got a Match? (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
Mrs. Oleksak (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My teacher A force in my life Keeping me with the pack Putting herself out To give me a chance ...
The delectable ballad of the waller lot (Eugene Field Poem)
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
Little Mack (Eugene Field Poem)
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
A Tale of the Miser and the Poet (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
Account Of A Visit From St. Nicholas (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Mr. Mistoffelees (T. S. Eliot Poem)
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat-- (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
A Runnable Stag (John Davidson Poem)
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
The Foolish Fir-Tree (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
Were natural mortal lady (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Were natural mortal lady Who had so little time To pack her trunk and order The great exchange of clime ...
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed -- She bore Life's empty Pack As gallantly as if the East Were swinging ...
Bloom — is Result — to meet a Flower (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower And casually glance Would scarcely cause one to suspect The minor ...
Your noble reign (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The man whose term we would remember as our longest, constant serving Head of State, besides the late Sir Robert ...
The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
Death Fugue (Paul Celan Poem)
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it ...
Preamble (A Rough Draft For An Ars Poetica) (Jean Cocteau Poem)
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
Another Acrostic ( In the style of Father William ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"Are you deaf, Father William!" the young man said, "Did you hear what I told you just now? "Excuse me ...
Forgetfulness (Billy Collins Poem)
The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, ...
Winter Landscape (John Betjeman Poem)
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The Moon (David Berman Poem)
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
A Dialogue between Old England and New (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...