The Beach (Weldon Kees Poem)
Squat, unshaven, full of gas, Joseph Samuels, former clerk in four large cities, out of work, waits in the darkened ...
Poems about tightly (31 Poems)
Moth Collectors (Chris Jones Poem)
When our moggy brings in moths, she squeaks through the kitchen, tips between her teeth, and scoots upstairs to scuff ...
Letter (Victor Hugo Poem)
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
milano (Rg Gregory Poem)
wandering around milan my father i know that (bred in the bone) i'm you i walk and think - my ...
convolvulus-age (Rg Gregory Poem)
up the ladder and round the bend age spirals like a convolvulus its bells break into the light catching breath ...
THE GOBLET. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
ONCE I held a well-carved brimming goblet,-- In my two hands tightly clasp'd I held it, Eagerly the sweet wine ...
THE NEW AMOR. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
AMOR, not the child, the youthful lover of Psyche, Look'd round Olympus one day, boldly, to triumph inured; There he ...
THE ERL-KING. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear; ...
The Fear Of Burial (Louise Gluck Poem)
In the empty field, in the morning, the body waits to be claimed. The spirit sits beside it, on a ...
Falling on the Mums (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The rain falling heavy on the autumnal tableau the vivid colors of autumn on the mums below Watering the fall ...
Cleave to Christ (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Live Christ, hold onto him like reaching into good soil with our hands instead of a trowel holding on tightly ...
Like Roots Around Good Soil (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Hold onto Christ like roots, like fingers, anchored deeply holding on tightly around good soil so we must be living ...
Wilting in the Heat (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The flowers covering up those who petals like hands closing tightly against the heat others wilting in the sun drooping, ...
The Arms of the Mist (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wrapping us tightly yet moving with us the arms of the mist close by, with us still walking with us ...
Curled up (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Tightly wrapped, as she was so recently inside her mother's womb curled up in her father's arms matching bracelets, letting ...
The Shadow of Betrayal (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The prescience, the foreknowledge allowing evil to profit so were the words of the Messiah before the meal in the ...
Faded Glory (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Flapping in the cold wind the grey skies, the feel of winter so soon the flagpole out of the small ...
Do Not Decrease (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Even in exile, in captivity, in prison in a foreign land we are to stand true, to be faithful to ...
The light was always you (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Man Listening To Disc (Billy Collins Poem)
This is not bad -- ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft ...
Cleansings (Michael Burch Poem)
Walk here among the walking scepters. Learn inhuman patience. Flesh can only cleave to bone this tightly if their hearts ...
He, who was born (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
He, who was born in stagnant year Does not remember own way. We, kids of Russia's years of fear, Remember ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
The Laboratory (Robert Browning Poem)
ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As ...
96. The Inventory (Robert Burns Poem)
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
In the 70’s, I Confused Macram? and Macabre (Kelli Russell Agodon Poems)
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 02: Death: And A Derisive Chorus (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over the darkened city, the city of towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
I hear the oriole’s always-grieving voice (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice, And the rich summer's welcome loss I hear In the sickle's serpentine hiss Cutting ...