The Gypsy and the Wind (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
Poems about atop (28 Poems)
The Gift of the Sea (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept, and the Channel swept ...
Boots (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
We're foot--slog--slog--slog--sloggin' over Africa -- Foot--foot--foot--foot--sloggin' over Africa -- (Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!) There's no discharge in the war! ...
Sestina: Here In Katmandu (Donald Justice Poem)
We have climbed the mountain. There's nothing more to do. It is terrible to come down To the valley Where, ...
The Unpromised Land, Montgomery, Alabama (Andrew Hudgins Poem)
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
They only needed a flag (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Standing on the mountaintop above the adoring masses they only needed a flag to seal this treasured moment Standing on ...
That First Christmas (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the waiting centuries of waiting the prophesies being fulfilled John jumping in her womb The angels singing in a ...
A Glowing Carpet of Ferns (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Ablaze in the low sun before their dying translucent yellow thin brown page standing at attention catching the light just ...
For All Life (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All of his creation saved from the floodwaters on the waters, above the storm lifted up, floating above the deep ...
In a Beam (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Laying down, melted stretched out, draped atop the cool radiator in a beam of light his orange fur aglow Drinking ...
A Golden Cross (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
High above the bell tower, the stained glass the entrance of the church, open, welcoming a blazing, golden cross, a ...
Like a Horsehair Paintbrush (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
the iris stood tall and straight the blossom peaking from the skin of leaves still hidden mostly behind green its ...
A Clump of Daffodils (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A clump of daffodils cups of bright canary atop their swaying stems rising from the gray-brown mulch green and yellow, ...
A Waking Sun (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are watching day by day hour by hour watching a waking sun the faces of the flowers turning, yearning ...
Puddles of Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Little clear puddles atop the forming mud little pools at the edge melting piles of snow browning in the thawing ...
From Solid to Gas (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The tart had been melted before it sat solid in the warmer on the back of the stove She put ...
Smoked Syrup (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Buckets and buckets of sap, culled from willing maples pouring into the vat the cauldron atop the old, crumbling outdoor ...
Pillows of snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pillows of light, white snow Atop the raspberry bramble At the back of the yard The edge of the wild ...
Alan Dugan Telling Me I Have A Problem With Time (Nick Flynn Poem)
He reads my latest attempt at a poem and is silent for a long time, until it feels like that ...
Kinky (Denise Duhamel Poem)
They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide ...
Snowbirds (Peter Conners Poem)
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
Up At A Villa- Down In The City (Robert Browning Poem)
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
Inheritance/Improvisation (Tiel Aisha Ansari Poem)
Inheritance. I wasn't raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese-- "You're human," said my parents. That was all. By the ...
After Sunset (William Allingham Poem)
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face (Jack Prelutsky Poems)
Be glad your nose is on your face, not pasted on some other place, for if it were where it ...
Gorgeous Surfaces (Thomas Lux Poems)
They are, the surfaces, gorgeous: a master pastry chef at work here, the dips and whorls, the wrist-twist squeezes of ...
An Indian Summer Day on the Prarie (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
(IN THE BEGINNING) THE sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an ...