Thou Shalt Not Kill (Kenneth Rexroth Poems)
A Memorial for Dylan Thomas IThey are murdering all the young men.For half a century now, every day,They have hunted them ...
Poems about armpits (18 Poems)
Motherhood (May Swenson Poems)
She sat on a shelf,her breasts two bellieson her poked-out belly,on which the navel lookedlike a sucked-in mouth-her knees bent ...
Paintings (Marin Sorescu Poems)
All the museums are afraid of me,Because each time I spend a whole dayIn front of a paintingThe next day ...
This journey (Ingrid Jonker Poems)
This journey which obliterates your imagetorn blood-angel thrown to the dogsthis landscape is deserted as my foreheadwound of the rosesI ...
From The Wreck (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
Turn out, boys! — "What's up with our super. to-night? The man's mad — Two hours to daybreak I'd swear ...
Foma Bobrov And His Spouse (Daniil Ivanovich Kharms Poems)
GRANNY Bobrov (Playing patience) Now that's the card. Oh, it's all coming out topsy-turvy! A king. And where am I ...
What One Says To The Poet On The Subject Of Flowers (Arthur Rimbaud Poems)
I Thus, ever, towards the azure nightWhere there quivers a topaz sea,Will function in your evening lightThe Lilies, those clysters ...
my love (E. E. Cummings Poems)
my lovethy hair is one kingdomthe king whereof is darknessthy forehead is a flight of flowersthy head is a quick ...
One Summer (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Against the elmthat spun its rumorup and down the blockone afternoonyour bike leanedlike a drunkamong othersa pearl of sweaton the ...
The Anatomy of Angels (Alden Nowlan Poems)
Angels inhabit love songs. But they're sprites not seraphim. The angel that up-endedJacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits, stout ...
Kitchener’s School (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
1898 Being a translation of the song that was made by a Mohammedanschoolmaster of Bengal Infantry (some time on service ...
Poem For People That Are Understandably Too Busy To Read Poetry (Stephen Dunn Poem)
Relax. This won't last long. Or if it does, or if the lines make you sleepy or bored, give in ...
Freedom of Love (Andre Breton Poem)
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
Dedication (Wole Soyinka Poems)
for Moremi, 1963 Earth will not share the rafter's envy; dung floors Break, not the gecko's slight skin, but its ...
Streets Too Old (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I WALKED among the streets of an old city and the streets were lean as the throats of hard seafish ...
Wilderness (Carl Sandburg Poems)
THERE is a wolf in me . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . a red tongue for raw meat . ...
Leaving Early (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
The Bee Meeting (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...