At Grass (Philip Larkin Poem)
The eye can hardly pick them out From the cold shade they shelter in, Till wind distresses tail and main; ...
Poems about anonymous (27 Poems)
The Tourist From Syracuse (Donald Justice Poem)
One of those men who can be a car salesman or a tourist from Syracuse or a hired assassin. -- ...
The Artist as an Old Man (Erica Jong Poem)
If you ask him he will talk for hours-- how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers raw with cold, and ...
Standardization (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
A Commonplace Day (Thomas Hardy Poem)
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
With Greater Civility (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Offering up a wish a prayer for our nation no matter his motive that we would grow stronger leaning on ...
Lazarus named for a reason (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The rich man was every man anonymous, unnamed yet the beggar was given a name that we remember the truth ...
Known to God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Each one of created crafted out of the clay made in the image of the creator each of us known ...
in distant fields (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
the foreigners, the laborers toiling away in distant fields people we will never know bringing our food under their watchful ...
A New Life (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
At that moment, that instant, coming up out of the water, a new life, in the Spirit transformed, in that ...
A Grain Offering (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An anonymous reciprocal grain offering, giving in love for the brother, who each believed more deserving, more worthy for the ...
Makeshift Memorials (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Instant monuments makeshift memorials of senseless tragedies all across America flowers, stuffed animals, candles, messages of instant grief sudden shock ...
Account Of A Visit From St. Nicholas (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Superfluous were the Sun (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said That syllable ...
I sometimes drop it, for a Quick — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I sometimes drop it, for a Quick -- The Thought to be alive -- Anonymous Delight to know -- And ...
The Waipakihi (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Access Road Fifteen they named it this anonymous road to the Waipakihi where its brawling water becomes Tongariro. A moment's ...
Something to shout about (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Captain AJ Shout, VC, MC, MID (& bar), who died at Gallipoli of wounds and was posthumously awarded the VC, ...
Other side (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The dung was recent, not an event unusual in itself but difficult to explain of cows grazing the other side ...
Marginalia (Billy Collins Poem)
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
Five O’Clock Shadow (John Betjeman Poems)
This is the time of day when we in the Mens's ward Think "one more surge of the pain and ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
The old pond (Matsuo Basho Poem)
Following are several translations of the 'Old Pond' poem, which may be the most famous of all haiku: Furuike ya ...
The Curse (John Berryman Poem)
Cedars and the westward sun. The darkening sky. A man alone Watches beside the fallen wall The evening multitudes of ...
Poetry (Don Paterson Poems)
In the same way that the mindless diamond keeps one spark of the planet's early fires trapped forever in its ...
Paralytic (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the ...
Editor Whedon (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
To be able to see every side of every question; To be on every side, to be everything, to be ...
Ode For Mrs. William Settle (Philip Levine Poems)
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...