California Plush (Frank Bidart Poem)
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
Poems about water (51 Poems)
My Orcha’d in Linden Lea (William Barnes Poems)
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
He Said To (Marvin Bell Poem)
crawl toward the machine guns except to freeze for explosions and flares. It was still ninety degrees at night in ...
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 ...
The Stranger (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
Letter to an Archaeologist (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
Citizen, enemy, mama's boy, sucker, utter garbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht; a scalp so often scalded with boiling water that ...
Risus Dei (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
The Missionary (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
Mary and Gabriel (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
In this World (Wendell Berry Poem)
The hill pasture, an open place among the trees, tilts into the valley. The clovers and tall grasses are in ...
Sabbaths 2001 (Wendell Berry Poem)
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
The Man Born to Farming (Wendell Berry Poem)
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout to ...
Women (Louise Bogan Poem)
Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To ...
May Morning (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
I lie stretched out upon the window-seat And doze, and read a page or two, and doze, And feel the ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace (Richard Brautigan Poem)
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammels and computers live together in ...
Hilaire Belloc – The South Country (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
The South Country (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Dream Song 102: The sunburnt terraces which swans make home (John Berryman Poem)
The sunburnt terraces which swans make home with water purling, Macchu Pichu died like Delphi long agoâ?" a message to ...
Sonnet 104 – A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece (John Berryman Poem)
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece, Diminutive, but room enough . . like clay To finger eager on ...
SPLEEN (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
I'M like some king in whose corrupted veins Flows ag?d blood; who rules a land of rains; Who, young in ...
Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha (Robert Browning Poem)
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
The Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed’s Church (Robert Browning Poems)
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Little Exercise (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
The Burglar Of Babylon (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Sonnet (1928) (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With ...
Sandpiper (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...