The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Poems about splashing (31 Poems)
The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
In a Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins, Where iris dabble ...
The Way (Amy Lowell Poem)
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound ...
Lead Soldiers (Amy Lowell Poem)
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Crossing Nation (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Under silver wing San Francisco's towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below-- ...
Thirsty Ground (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God redeeming healing the planet all of us to Him if we believe Thirsty ground changing becoming a splashing foundation ...
Streams flow in the desert (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God will change creation healing what is broken dry land will sing in the joy of his salvation Streams flow ...
Hesitant, Coming (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sometimes hesitant sitting fitfully hesitant to come not yet ready that moment too some called to come, forward falling at ...
Humbled at the Rail (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My hands cupped waiting, in my stillness silently waiting for the bread, the offering his life for me, that I ...
Coming Forward to Accept Your Gift (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh Lord, we tremble, solemn with joy, yet feeling unworthy something about the truth of our earthly nature hearing your ...
What will they say (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I wonder, what will they say if I speak the words the callings on my heart the steady drumbeat the ...
His Blood Spilled (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pausing in my praying aware of the fragrance of Christ the smell of his blood resting upon my hands His ...
The Smell of His Blood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Raising the bread from the chalice the wine splashing running down my hand the smell of his blood as I ...
The Garden Sleeps (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Deep in slumber, under the weight of the snow the garden sleeps, waiting, frozen in the ground, dormant Everything in ...
Swimming Free (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She hung on the ladder's rails unwilling to leave their safety out into the lake, even in my arms Slowly ...
On the Water (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The spray of the water splashing in the air crossing the wake, the wave other boats on the water Sitting ...
With a Little Water (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
With a little water, the garden sprang to life green shoots burst through the newly loosened soil a little water ...
Wistfully Watching (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was wistfully watching the activity at the edge of the lake her sisters laughing, splashing, playing in the waves ...
Down by the River (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Down by the river, we played, dreamed, explored alone and together, bikes left by the rock piles, Climbing, hiking, claiming ...
Summer Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A break in the heat away from the front no thunder, no lightning, just rain, warm rain falling near dusk ...
Ape And Coffee (Russell Edson Poem)
Some coffee had gotten on a man's ape. The man said, animal did you get on my coffee? No no, ...
A Burdock — clawed my Gown (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Burdock -- clawed my Gown -- Not Burdock's -- blame -- But mine -- Who went too near The ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 02: One, from his high bright window in a tower (Conrad Aiken Poem)
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
A Musical Instrument (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
Drop a Pebble in the Water (James W. Foley Poem)
Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone; But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and ...
FIRST LETTER (Vlanes Poems)
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...