Old Abe, The War Eagle Of Wisconsin (Albery Allson Whitman Poems)
Heard ye of "Old Abe," the war eagle who wentFrom his home by the Lakes to the far sunny coasts,To ...
Poems about stamping (21 Poems)
Summer (George MacDonald Poems)
Summer, sweet Summer, many-fingered Summer!We hold thee very dear, as well we may:It is the kernel of the year to-day—All ...
White Horses (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
PEACEFUL GROUND (Robert M. Hensel Poem)
Cool Morning spit on bladed grass. A Thousand silky fingers tickling toes. The strong scent of natures freshly cut hair. ...
girl (three) and the black horse (Rg Gregory Poem)
i want to hold the horse's string cried the girl (three) stamping her foot told by adults she was much ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Blustering God (Stephen Crane Poem)
i Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heaven ...
At The Other End Of The Telescope (George Bradley Poem)
the people are very small and shrink, dwarves on the way to netsuke hell bound for a flea circus in ...
MY PERFECT ROSE (Barry Tebb Poems)
At ten she came to me, three years ago, There was 'something between us' even then; Watching her write like ...
The Dreadful Has Already Happened (Mark Strand Poems)
The relatives are leaning over, staring expectantly. They moisten their lips with their tongues. I can feel them urging me ...
The Initiate (Charles Simic Poems)
St. John of the Cross wore dark glasses As he passed me on the street. St. Theresa of Avila, beautiful ...
The Working Party (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
A Working Party (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
St. Roach (Muriel Rukeyser Poems)
For that I never knew you, I only learned to dread you, for that I never touched you, they told ...
To Wang Lun (Li Po Poems)
I was about to sail away in a junk, When suddenly I heard The sound of stamping and singing on ...
Daddy (Sylvia Plath Poems)
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot ...
Common Cold (Ogden Nash Poems)
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash ...
The Rains (Philip Levine Poems)
The river rises and the rains keep coming. My Papa says it can't flood for the water can run away ...
The Ghosts of the Buffaloes (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
Epitaphs For Two Players (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I. EDWIN BOOTH An old actor at the Player's Club told me that Edwin Booth first impersonated Hamlet when a ...
Clover (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...