In a Castle (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Poems about smokes (28 Poems)
The Great Grey Plain (Henry Lawson Poem)
Out West, where the stars are brightest, Where the scorching north wind blows, And the bones of the dead gleam ...
TO THE DRIVING CLOUD (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name ...
Fictitious line (Dimitris P. Kraniotis Poem)
Smokes of cigarettes and mugs full of coffee, next to the fictitious line where the eddy of words leans against ...
Old Poets (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For Robert Cortez Holliday) If I should live in a forest And sleep underneath a tree, No grove of impudent ...
The Derelict (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
And reports the derelict Mary Pollock still at sea. SHIPPING NEWS. I was the staunchest of our fleet Till the ...
De Profundis (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I "Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." - Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring ...
The Road (Russell Edson Poem)
There was a road that leads him to go to find a certain time where he sits. Smokes quietly in ...
Hands (Russell Edson Poem)
There was a road that leads him to go to find a certain time where he sits. Smokes quietly in ...
Five Haiku (Paul Eluard Poem)
The wind Undecided Rolls a cigarette of air The mute girl talks: It is art's imperfection. This impenetrable speech. The ...
The Forerunners (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Long I followed happy guides,- I could never reach their sides. Their step is forth, and, ere the day, Breaks ...
Elegy VI (John Donne Poem)
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve; Poorly enrich't ...
Frost At Midnight (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Winged Man (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
Dream Song 22: Of 1826 (John Berryman Poem)
I am the little man who smokes & smokes. I am the girl who does know better but. I am ...
The Laboratory (Robert Browning Poem)
ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 03: Interlude (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
185. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water (Robert Burns Poem)
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
201. Birthday Ode for 31st December, 1787 (Robert Burns Poems)
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams, Whom kingdoms on this day should hail; An inmate in the casual shed, On ...
Gwin King of Norway (William Blake Poems)
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
The Sun Weilds Mercy (Charles Bukowski Poems)
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
Out Of The Arm Of One Love… (Charles Bukowski Poems)
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on ...
Fever 103° (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus ...
Three Women (Sylvia Plath Poems)
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
L’Allegro (John Milton Poems)
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...