Off the Turnpike (Amy Lowell Poem)
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
Poems about spikes (26 Poems)
The Red Lacquer Music-Stand (Amy Lowell Poem)
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
The Faithless Wife (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
So I took her to the river believing she was a maiden, but she already had a husband. It was ...
Stars (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.) Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, Are you errant strands ...
Parabola (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
Year after year the princess lies asleep Until the hundred years foretold are done, Easily drawing her enchanted breath. Caught ...
Weathers (Thomas Hardy Poem)
This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; ...
In Back Of The Real (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near ...
Sunflower Sutra (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
A Single Thistle (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
At the base of the fir the thick trunk a single thistle growing up between the roots strong, thorny, green ...
Three Nails (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Three nails sit, quietly on the top of the cabinet next to the stack, bible, devotionals, reading to do, by ...
A Holy Week (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The king in celebration, on a donkey entered the holy city, of his ancestor David with palms and cloaks across ...
His Palms (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His palms, his hands stabbed by the spikes the nails that held him fast to the rough-hewn the wood of ...
Old and New (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They were quite a pair clash of cultures within these proud Quebecois each speaking a language I don't share with ...
Cock Fight (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sweat and avarice Were pungent under The cloud of dust From the pit Arms beat in the air Voices raised ...
Mowing (Robert Frost Poem)
There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. ...
English Flavors (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poem)
I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Heretic’s Tragedy, The (Robert Browning Poems)
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
Eat Your Heart Out (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
Nocturne Of Remembered Spring (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Thyrsis, a Monody (Matthew Arnold Poem)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
THE APPOINTMENT (Ruth Padel Poems)
Flamingo silk. New ruff, the ivory ghost of a halter. Chestnut curls, * commas behind the ear. "Taller, by half ...
Years (Sylvia Plath Poems)
They enter as animals from the outer Space of holly where spikes Are not thoughts I turn on, like a ...
Canto XLIX (Ezra Pound Poems)
For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses: Rain; empty river; a voyage, Fire from frozen cloud, heavy ...
Spring (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the ...