Convalescence (Amy Lowell Poem)
From out the dragging vastness of the sea, Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous, seaweed strands, He toils toward the rounding beach, ...
Poems about seaweed (31 Poems)
Storm-Racked (Amy Lowell Poem)
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell? ...
Seaweed (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landword in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, ...
THE BRIDGE (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o'er the ...
My Aviary (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
two south coast poems (a) this morning i came within sound of the sea (Rg Gregory Poem)
for a man whose eyes till now were a bed of rock whose hands were drier than deserts the sea's ...
A Day at the Beach (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Laughing, we ran on the hot sand The damp beach under our feet The glistening ocean before us The girl ...
A Working Pier (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a dock, a working pier out into the estuary the pull of the tides, swaying seaweed barnacles, algae, the smell ...
Dollars in the Sand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Head turned down to the sand sunburn to be, on the back of my neck looking for the little treasures ...
Textures of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
A World Came Alive (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The jetty changed, when the tide came in turned its course and headed out once more There were pools, caught ...
Mr. Apollinax (T. S. Eliot Poem)
WHEN Mr. Apollinax visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups. I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure ...
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (T. S. Eliot Poem)
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
A Loafer (John Davidson Poem)
I hang about the streets all day, At night I hang about; I sleep a little when I may, But ...
A Green Crab’s Shell (Mark Doty Poems)
Not, exactly, green: closer to bronze preserved in kind brine, something retrieved from a Greco-Roman wreck, patinated and oddly muscular. ...
Landscapes (Andree Chedid Poem)
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
The Final Poem (Andree Chedid Poem)
A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow ...
Suzanne (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend ...
Landscapes (John Burnside Poem)
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
A Bay In Anglesey (John Betjeman Poem)
The sleepy sound of a tea-time tide Slaps at the rocks the sun has dried, Too lazy, almost, to sink ...
Seaside Golf (John Betjeman Poem)
How straight it flew, how long it flew, It clear'd the rutty track And soaring, disappeared from view Beyond the ...
Freedom of Love (Andre Breton Poem)
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
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 ...
The Forsaken Merman (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
XXXIV (You are the daughter of the sea) (Pablo Neruda Poems)
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin. Swimmer, your body is pure as the water; cook, your ...
Storm Windows (Howard Nemerov Poems)
People are putting up storm windows now, Or were, this morning, until the heavy rain Drove them indoors. So, coming ...
Travels With John Hunter (Les Murray Poems)
We who travel between worlds lose our muscle and bone. I was wheeling a barrow of earth when agony bayoneted ...
Sea Song (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
I will think no more of the sea! Of the big green waves And the hollowed shore, Of the brown ...
A Grave (Marianne Moore Poems)
Man looking into the sea, taking the view from those who have as much right to it as you have ...
Peter (Marianne Moore Poems)
Strong and slippery, built for the midnight grass-party confronted by four cats, he sleeps his time away-- the detached first ...