Immortal Eve – I (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
1I the first man, the majestyOf creatures, Time's tall birth,Spring at God's finger-touch erect,Glorying upon earth.Above me the blue solemn ...
Poems about aeon (13 Poems)
Beyond (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
White-haired and hoary-bearded, who art thouThat speedest on, albeit bent with age,Even as a youth that followeth after dreams?Whence are ...
Drawing Nearer (Lucy Larcom Poems)
ARE we daily drawing nearerThee, the Perfect, the Unseen?Grows the pathway ever clearer,Stretching sense and God between?Thine own messengers beside ...
Ego (Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr Poems)
Day passeth day in sunshine or shadow, Night unto night each cycle is told;Sun, moon and stars in whirling and glamour, All ...
Erotic (Krzysztof Kamil Baczynski Poems)
In the torrent of your hair,the river of your mouth,in the forest dim as dusk,cries are futileidle the splash.I'll wrap ...
Somnium Mystici (George MacDonald Poems)
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
The Bush (Bernard O Dowd Poems)
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Epitaph. (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
The Earth Speaks:HUSH! he drowses, drowses deep,While my quiet arms I keepClose about him in his sleep.Once he glanced at ...
When Earth’s Last Picture Is Painted (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and ...
snail and spiral (Rg Gregory Poem)
i take my property with me says the snail slow-moving (yes) but packed with sublime thought the house upon its ...
in search of milk and paradise (Rg Gregory Poem)
heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988 dodging the broken bottles dog-shit the pavement spew i wheel my young son matthew through the ...
Plutonian Ode (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Homework (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran I'd throw in my United States, ...