The Betrothed (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"You must choose between me and your cigar." -- BREACH OF PROMISE CASE, CIRCA 1885. Open the old cigar-box, get ...
Poems about tea (31 Poems)
Additions (Thomas Hardy Poem)
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
The Fire At Tranter Sweatley’s (Thomas Hardy Poems)
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by incapacity (blake proverb) (Rg Gregory Poem)
prudence my love each time you invite me to tea i wonder do i have the appetite for what i ...
THE MOMENT I KNEW MY LIFE HAD CHANGED (Maria Mazziotti Gillan Poem)
It was not until later that I knew, recognized the moment for what it was, my life before it, a ...
Feb. 29, 1958 (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea ...
Haiku (Never Published) (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Drinking my tea Without sugar- No difference. The sparrow shits upside down --ah! my brain & eggs Mayan head in ...
Christian Cats (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Feline counselors, therapists Christian cats, ministering to my disquiet helping me study the scripture, between the petting, the purring bringing ...
A Tale of Two Tuesdays (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was a great day, it was a lousy day to be in the academy She snarled, they barked at ...
Pitch the Tent (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pitch the Tent on the lawn set up the chairs, the signs, the pulpit flagmen at the roadside, cars parked ...
Breakfast Party (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A hurried up party in our bed this morning, on top of the comforter, the blanket toy tea set and ...
I Was Six (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My wife shared with me new candles votives to replace those used up Suddenly I was six, maybe eight certainly ...
Nice Teeth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Seven descended on the table Away from the crowd He sat in the middle, Back to the wall Surveying the ...
The Return of Albert (Marriott Edgar Poem)
You've 'eard 'ow young Albert Ramsbottom, In the Zoo up at Blackpool one year, With a stick and 'orse's 'ead ...
Hysteria (T. S. Eliot Poem)
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
The Czar’s Last Christmas Letter: A Barn in the Urals (Norman Dubie Poems)
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
Unit, like Death, for Whom? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him -- The Grave is ...
If anybody’s friend be dead (Emily Dickinson Poems)
If anybody's friend be dead It's sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive -- At such and ...
Lethargy of leaden wings (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I hadn't had the 'flu in ages, avoided all those awful places fraught of gritty eyes and splitting heads, patrons ...
Athritic Fingers Have To Last (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
These painful, cold athritic fingers have to last much longer yet, they're all I have to keep the pages on ...
To Lord Hu (Li Ching Chao Poem)
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
A Morning Dream (Li Ching Chao Poem)
This morning I dreamed I followed Widely spaced bells, ringing in the wind, And climbed through mists to rosy clouds. ...
Suzanne (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO VII ( Sad Souvenaunce ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon ...
Litany (Billy Collins Poem)
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and ...
Verses Turned… (John Betjeman Poem)
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
Felixstowe, or The Last of Her Order (John Betjeman Poem)
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
Five O’Clock Shadow (John Betjeman Poems)
This is the time of day when we in the Mens's ward Think "one more surge of the pain and ...
How To Get On In Society (John Betjeman Poem)
Phone for the fish knives, Norman As cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I ...