Frost on the Fields (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Frost on the fields draped on the weeds the milkweed, the bramble the vines, the reeds casting shadows in the ...
Poems about vines (31 Poems)
Bad Vines (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Seeds planted in good soil loved by the owner watered and cared for yet producing no good fruit Bad vines ...
Weeding in our Garden (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Finding the tares, the weeds the grasses, the ragweed, milkweed and plantain, growing, thriving in the lilies, the beds, the ...
Berry Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Heavy drops of rain hang bodily from the green fruit, the bunches of berries long before the harvest hanging on ...
Glass Dump (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the history of the city long forgotten, buried the remains in the ground glass, metal, wood, bone crockery, leather, ...
Pillows of snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pillows of light, white snow Atop the raspberry bramble At the back of the yard The edge of the wild ...
In the Bramble (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the bramble at the edge of the lawn Before the woods, Where pillows of snow perched in winter Green ...
The “happy isles” of horace (Eugene Field Poem)
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed ...
The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
Blueberries (Robert Frost Poem)
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
Berrying (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
"May be true what I had heard, Earth's a howling wilderness Truculent with fraud and force," Said I, strolling through ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
The White Bees (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
The Bistro Styx (Rita Dove Poem)
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Pumpkins in our time (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
For months on end the pumpkins lay at peace, their parent vines had all but browned and died although a ...
Ekka (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
The Eavesdropper (Bliss Carman Poem)
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
The Task: Book II, The Time-Piece (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
The house where I was born (06) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I woke up, but I was travelling, The train had rolled throughout the night, It was now going toward huge ...
To A Cloud (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
October (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very ...
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
In Every Direction (Ralph Angel Poem)
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song (Conrad Aiken Poem)
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Childhood (Richard Aldington Poem)
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Lily-Bell and Thistledown Song I (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering ...
328. Poem on Pastoral Poetry (Robert Burns Poems)
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
Sonnet 29 – I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad ...