A Familiar Letter (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
Poems about printed (31 Poems)
The Thought-Fox (Ted Hughes Poem)
I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my ...
Visual Words – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Trying as best I can in the writings that I put down to capture the touch, the feel, the smell, ...
The Spaces between Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So often, in my prayers, in the poetry I am given in the words I am sharing The space between ...
More than the Printed Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The printed words of the liturgy the sharing of the body, the blood the bread, the cup together his offering ...
Internalizing Our Faith (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As I read the words, listened to the words in worship the written words of her sermon from her heart, ...
The Symphony of Pentecost (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The symphony of Pentecost many voices singing, playing, proclaiming the same melody each playing a special part the different voices, ...
voices in the crowd (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God's message, the singular good news told simultaneously, a cacophony, a symphony of voices, as if birds singing on a ...
Seeing the Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Writing is so much about seeing the words, the constellations, points of light against the black sky, the mind's eye ...
Author of Heaven and Earth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not merely Creator, if that makes sense, because a creator makes something, often from other parts, pieces, puts things together ...
Athenaeum (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
History, biography, adventure found in the pages I read how long I wanted to linger in reading the names on ...
Done (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Paper done For what it's worth And all it is Printed, proofed Submitted Sent out For better or worse Teacher's ...
Marcy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pandora's Box Burst open a year ago today Because you gave us an assignment To read a poem. I took ...
The Poem (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A year ago A poem took shape First in my heart Then on the printed page. Born of my love ...
Handbell Notes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Watching them play Seeing their notes on the paper Sensing the fun in practice in hearing the sheet come alive ...
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 Hundred Collars (Robert Frost Poem)
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
Bond and Free (Robert Frost Poem)
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about-- Wall within wall to shut fear out. ...
A single Screw of Flesh (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A single Screw of Flesh Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side ...
You tell me this is God? (Stephen Crane Poem)
You tell me this is God? I tell you this is a printed list, A burning candle, and an ass. ...
The Captive’s Dream (Anne Bronte Poems)
Methought I saw him but I knew him not; He was so changed from what he used to be, There ...
Man Alone (Louise Bogan Poem)
It is yourself you seek In a long rage, Scanning through light and darkness Mirrors, the page, Where should reflected ...
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 ...
Dream Song 136: While his wife earned the living, Rabbi Henry (John Berryman Poem)
While his wife earned the living, Rabbi Henry studied the Torah, writing commentaries more likely to be burnt than printed. ...
Garden Francies (Robert Browning Poem)
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 05: Retrospect (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
The House Of Dust: Introduction (Conrad Aiken Poem)
THE HOUSE OF DUST A Symphony BY CONRAD AIKEN To Jessie NOTE . . . Parts of this poem have ...
Provisions (Margaret Atwood Poem)
What should we have taken with us? We never could decide on that; or what to wear, or at what ...
Variations on the Word Love (Margaret Atwood Poem)
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
440. Address spoken by Miss Fontenelle (Robert Burns Poems)
STILL anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, or ...