The ride to bumpville (Eugene Field Poem)
Play that my knee was a calico mare Saddled and bridled for Bumpville; Leap to the back of this steed, ...
Poems about admit (51 Poems)
Sister’s cake (Eugene Field Poems)
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
Jessie (Eugene Field Poem)
When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders, I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish ...
On a Honey Bee (Philip Freneau Poem)
Thou born to sip the lake or spring, Or quaff the waters of the stream, Why hither come on vagrant ...
The Spectacles (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
The Truckers (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
The Nightingale (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
The Little Bell (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
The Mandrake (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
The Contract (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE husband's dire mishap, and silly maid, In ev'ry age, have proved the fable's aid; The fertile subject never will ...
Friar Philip’s Geese (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR, The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware; Yet, why suppose the ...
A Confidant Without Knowing It; Or The Stratagem (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
The Phoenix (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A Female Friend advis'd a Swain (Whose Heart she wish'd at ease) Make Love thy Pleasure, not thy Pain, Nor ...
Unwanted (Edward Field Poem)
The poster with my picture on it Is hanging on the bulletin board in the Post Office. I stand by ...
A Star in a Stoneboat (Robert Frost Poem)
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
Sex Goddess (Maggie Estep Poem)
I am THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE so don't mess with me I've got a big bag full ...
Growltiger’s Last Stand (T. S. Eliot Poems)
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
With No Experience In Such Matters (Stephen Dunn Poem)
To hold a damaged sparrow under water until you feel it die is to know a small something about the ...
1. Faith (Mark Doty Poem)
"I've been having these awful dreams, each a little different, though the core's the same- we're walking in a field, ...
Break Of Day (John Donne Poem)
'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise? because ...
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning (John Donne Poem)
As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do ...
Holy Sonnet XIV: Batter My Heart, Three-Personed God (John Donne Poem)
Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may ...
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 ...
Drowning is not so pitiful (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise Three times, 'tis said, a sinking man Comes up to ...
Hidden dangers (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Which things excited you the most when you were young, can you recall the pleasures they would bring? Indulge yourself, ...
Does your semen smell like camembert? (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Does your semen smell like camembert? It's just a thought I had today at lunch, I must have had the ...
Endurance (Peter Conners Poem)
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
Anna Comnena (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
In the prologue to her Alexiad, Anna Comnena laments her widowhood. Her soul is dizzy. "And with rivers of tears," ...