Eating Alone (Li-Young Lee Poem)
I've pulled the last of the year's young onions. The garden is bare now. The ground is cold, brown and ...
Poems about shovel (27 Poems)
Take One Home For The Kiddies (Philip Larkin Poem)
On shallow straw, in shadeless glass, Huddled by empty bowls, they sleep: No dark, no dam, no earth, no grass ...
Peter Anderson And Co. (Henry Lawson Poem)
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
Uncle Harry (Henry Lawson Poem)
Oh, never let on to your own true love That ever you drank a drop; That ever you played in ...
Thangbrand the Priest (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Short of stature, large of limb, Burly face and russet beard, All the women stared at him, When in Iceland ...
Russia To The Pacifists (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1918 God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay, But--leave your sports a little while--the dead are borne this ...
Sappers (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear, ("It's all one," says the Sapper), The Lord He created ...
Sacrifices (Richard Jones Poem)
All winter the fire devoured everything -- tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers. When April finally arrived, I opened ...
Letter (Victor Hugo Poem)
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
The Bite of the Shovel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The soft snow giving the bite of the shovel catching the sand thrown covering the sidewalk the blacktop frozen glaze ...
Cocoons of White (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like silken cocoons waiting for the metamorphosis the cars under the snow in cocoons of white Wondering what they would ...
The Presence of the Living God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the whisper of the wind as I shovel the drive in the midst of the storm the crackle of ...
An Individual Sarcophagus of Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like whales beached on the sand covered in the dunes each car, like an archaeological dig ancient Egypt a treasure ...
The liniment of work (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My back, my muscles loosening, becoming limber applying the liniment of work the rhythmic motion, the shovel biting in the ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Demolition (Mark Doty Poem)
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
Men with trivial scars (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
Shoveling Snow With Buddha (Billy Collins Poem)
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
Picnic, Lightning (Billy Collins Poem)
It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. ...
Dream Song 91: Op. posth. no. 14 (John Berryman Poem)
Noises from underground made gibber some others collected & dug henry up saying 'You are a sight.' Chilly, he muttered ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08: Coffins: Interlude (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
The Swagman’s Rest (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the ...
The Water-Nymph (Alexander Pushkin Poems)
In lakeside leafy groves, a friar Escaped all worries; there he passed His summer days in constant prayer, Deep studies ...
It’s Grand (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
It's grand to be a squatter And sit upon a post, And watch your little ewes and lambs A-giving up ...
Portrait By a Neighbor (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun! It's ...
Portrait By A Neighbour (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun! It's ...
What the Coal-Heaver Said (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
The moon's an open furnace door Where all can see the blast, We shovel in our blackest griefs, Upon that ...