Room for Other Plants (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The little patch of dirt the garden in the yard soil prepared for them the flats from the nursery in ...
Poems about patch (31 Poems)
Tails (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a small patch, a cluster cattails in the median glowing, glistening December sun, midday Ready to burst open like milkweed ...
In Praise of Weeding (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rich loam between my fingers, grip of stems, roots, balls of grass pull up through the rain drenched soil smell ...
Watering the Sun (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A line of sun growing against the wall of the house warmed by the edge of the foundation a line ...
A Carpet of Clover (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the small space the spare bedroom-sized place between the maple tree and the shrub, just beyond the dandelion patch ...
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 ...
Marthy’s younkit (Eugene Field Poems)
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
A Patch of Old Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
There's a patch of old snow in a corner That I should have guessed Was a blow-away paper the rain ...
We Astronomers (Rebecca Elson Poem)
We astronomers are nomads, Merchants, circus people, All the earth our tent. We are industrious. We breed enthusiasms, Honour our ...
OCTOBER FORECAST (Gerald England Poem)
"Bright with sunny periods some cloud, occasional showers" says the local TV forecast. It has been persistently precipitating for more ...
Albert and the ‘Eadsman (Marriott Edgar Poems)
On young Albert Ramsbottom's birthday His parents asked what he'd like most; He said to see t' Tower of London ...
June (Denise Duhamel Poem)
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
Landscape At The End Of The Century (Stephen Dunn Poem)
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
Story (Stephen Dunn Poem)
A woman's taking her late-afternoon walk on Chestnut where no sidewalk exists and houses with gravel driveways sit back among ...
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 Secret People (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
Nothing Stays Put (Amy Clampitt Poem)
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
The Task: Book II, The Time-Piece (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Community Garden (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poem)
I watch the man bend over his patch, a fat gunny sack at his feet. He combs the earth with ...
Dawlish (John Betjeman Poem)
Bird-watching colonels on the old sea wall, Down here at Dawlish where the slow trains crawl: Low tide lifting, on ...
Inexpensive Progress (John Betjeman Poem)
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
To the United States of America (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
Brothers in blood! They who this wrong began To wreck our commonwealth, will rue the day When first they challenged ...
The Lover in Hell (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
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 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Thus the Mayne glideth (Robert Browning Poem)
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
231. Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry (Robert Burns Poem)
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
Manuelzinho (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
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 ...