Nostalgia (Billy Collins Poem)
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
Poems about walks (50 Poems)
The Cat in the Kitchen (Robert Bly Poem)
(For Donald Hall) Have you heard about the boy who walked by The black water? I won't say much more. ...
Britannia’s Pastorals (William Browne Poems)
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
On a Portrait of a Deaf Man (John Betjeman Poem)
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
The Wife a-Lost (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
Since I noo mwore do zee your feace, Up steairs or down below, I'll zit me in the lwonesome pleace, ...
The Wife a-Lost (William Barnes Poem)
Since I noo mwore do zee your feace, Up steairs or down below, I'll zit me in the lwonesome pleace, ...
Home (Anne Bronte Poem)
How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
My Garden (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned grot-- The veriest school Of peace; and ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
A little while, a little while (Emily Bronte Poem)
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
To Posterity (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
Indeed I live in the dark ages! A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens A hard heart. ...
The Charm Of 5:30 (David Berman Poem)
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
The Skies (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
Hymn To Death (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
III. The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
1914 III: The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
The Quality of Courage (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
The General Public (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
To England (Richard Brautigan Poem)
There are no postage stamps that send letters back to England three centuries ago, no postage stamps that make letters ...
Mating Saliva (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A girl in a green mini- skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street. A businessman stops, turns to stare ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Stanzas To The Po (Lord Byron Poem)
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, ...
She Walks In Beauty (Lord Byron Poem)
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and ...
THE SEVEN OLD MEN (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
146. Address to Edinburgh (Robert Burns Poem)
EDINA! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs: ...
Eat Your Heart Out (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08: Coffins: Interlude (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...