Lost Sheep (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A world turned upside down searching high and low, for one lost sheep, for one lost coin, leaving others to ...
Poems about searching (48 Poems)
But, We Wouldn’t Do That (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
If I were to put my feet, into the sandals of the listeners, the first audience for these stories, I ...
Searching for Moose (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Down the highway we flew, toward home looking in the woods, looking in the fields, the hills, the water, the ...
Researching (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Above the noise in the room below the sound of the television, the game, the laughter of our five-year old ...
Frozen Corn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the chaos, quiet the cascade of injuries quiet reflection on facts of life - She cannot fly, and thank ...
Neglectful Parents (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How could they lose him, he was only twelve, not know he was with them? Not know for a full ...
Falls (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Back out into the wet woods Walking and hiking But always looking, watching, Searching for that one moment when the ...
The peter-bird (Eugene Field Poem)
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
In the Home Stretch (Robert Frost Poem)
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
Wishes, For Alix (James A. Emanuel Poem)
Always searching, may you find; if you run-down, may you wind; every year may you grow reaping only what you ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Astræ (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Himself it was who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That ...
Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat (T. S. Eliot Poem)
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I BIRTHDAY VERSES Dear Aldrich, now November's mellow days Have brought another Festa round to you, You can't refuse a ...
Stars and the Soul (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
To Charles A. Young, Astronomer "Two things," the wise man said, "fill me with awe: The starry heavens and the ...
A Scrap of Paper (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
"Will you go to war just for a scrap of paper?" -- Question of the German Chancellor to the British ...
Elegy VIII: The Comparison (John Donne Poem)
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
A loss of something ever felt I — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A loss of something ever felt I -- The first that I could recollect Bereft I was -- of what ...
A Dying Tiger — moaned for Drink — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink -- I hunted all the Sand -- I caught the Dripping of a ...
Me prove it now — Whoever doubt (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it -- now -- Make haste -- the Scruple! ...
We, The Living (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
Ekka (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top (Stephen Crane Poem)
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top Blood -- blood and torn grass -- Had marked the rise of ...
To Certain Critics (Countee Cullen Poem)
Then call me traitor if you must, Shout reason and default! Say I betray a sacred trust Aching beyond this ...
What Forgotten Realm? (Alain Bosquet Poem)
Let me introduce to you my poetry: it's an island flying from book to book searching for the page where ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The house where I was born (09) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
And then the day came When I heard the extraordinary lines in Keats, The evocation of Ruth "when, sick for ...
Alexander And Zenobia (Anne Bronte Poem)
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
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 ...
Pilate’s Wife’s Dream (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...