The Locomotive (Julian Tuwim Poems)
A big locomotive has pulled into town,Heavy, humungus, with sweat rolling down,A plump jumbo olive.Huffing and puffing and panting and ...
Poems about stoke (15 Poems)
Battle Passes (Edward George Dyson Poems)
A quaint old gabled cottage sleeps be-tween the raving hills.To right and left are livid strife, but on thedeep, wide ...
The Last Charge At Appomattox (Henry Jerome Stockard Poems)
Scarred on a hundred fields before,Naked and starved and travel-sore, Each man a tiger hunted,They stood at bay as brave as ...
Chard Whitlow (Henry Reed Poems)
(Mr. Eliot's Sunday Evening Postscript)As we get older we do not get any younger.Seasons return, and to-day I am fifty-five,And ...
Book Contents: Moods Of Ginger Mick (C J Dennis Poems)
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
Before the War (C J Dennis Poems)
Before the war, she sighs. "Before the war." Then blinks 'er eyes, an' tries to work a smile."Ole scenes," she ...
The War (Georg Heym Poems)
Now he has arisen: he, who slept so long,from the depth arisen, out of arches strong.Huge he stands and unknown ...
Stoke Charity – A Hampshire Placename (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Of all the names of ford and town,Hamlet and bridge and furzy down.That makes sweet music to the earBy troutful ...
Mr Bleaney (Philip Larkin Poem)
'This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.' Flowered ...
Epitaph On A Pessimist (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I'm Smith of Stoke aged sixty odd I've lived without a dame all my life And wish to God My ...
to be authentic in my witness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Only what I know how Christ has touched my life speaking from the heart the musings of my soul To ...
Evening in a Sugar Orchard (Robert Frost Poem)
From where I lingered in a lull in march outside the sugar-house one night for choice, I called the fireman ...
Henry the Seventh (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Henry the Seventh of England Wasn't out of the Royal top drawer, The only connection of which he could boast, ...
Profane Poet (Robert William Service Poems)
Oh how it would enable me To titillate my vanity If you should choose to label me A Poet of ...
A Dream of the Melbourne Cup (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy ...