The Thread (Denise Levertov Poem)
Something is very gently, invisibly, silently, pulling at me-a thread or net of threads finer than cobweb and as elastic. ...
Poems about barbed (30 Poems)
Marshall’s Mate (Henry Lawson Poems)
You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn -- You could have watched the grass scorch brown ...
For the Union Dead (Robert Lowell Poem)
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
In the Neolithic Age (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1895 I the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt. I was ...
Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Hyperion (John Keats Poem)
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Scars on Paper (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
Work and Play (Ted Hughes Poem)
The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer, A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage, A whiplash swimmer, a fish ...
Escape (Robert Graves Poem)
August 6, 1916.-Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.) .but I was ...
Purple Blue Asters (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The pure color, shining back at me set against the yellow center purple blue asters the urgent, erect petals swaying ...
Berry Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Heavy drops of rain hang bodily from the green fruit, the bunches of berries long before the harvest hanging on ...
Barbs on the Heart (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A monument, long in coming of some open scar tissue a stain on our lives chapter of evil when we ...
Out in the woods (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A space in the dark untrammeled woods Off the path Under the watch of maples and birch A bed of ...
Wire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The rusted old barbed wire oozed into the flesh of the young pine becoming one with the living skin lost ...
The Garden Shukkei-en (Carolyn Forche Poem)
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
Passport (Mahmoud Darwish Poem)
They did not recognize me in the shadows That suck away my color in this Passport And to them my ...
There is a word (Emily Dickinson Poem)
There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man -- It hurls its barbed syllables And ...
Trespassers (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
When Love and I drew softly nigh And gazed in modest Chloe's eye We saw reflected there in part The ...
Letter to an Archaeologist (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
Citizen, enemy, mama's boy, sucker, utter garbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht; a scalp so often scalded with boiling water that ...
Ontological (Maggie Anderson Poem)
This is going to cost you. If you really want to hear a country fiddle, you have to listen hard, ...
Ein Yahav (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert, a drive in the rain. Yes, in the rain. There ...
92. Suppressed Stanzas of “The Vision” (Robert Burns Poems)
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
My Mother’s Body (Marge Piercy Poems)
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
Bucolics (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Mayday: two came to field in such wise : `A daisied mead', each said to each, So were they one; ...
In the Stable (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
What! you don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you ...
Casting (Howard Nemerov Poems)
The waters deep, the waters dark, Reflect the seekers, hide the sought, Whether in water or in air to drown. ...
Paradise Lost: Book 06 (John Milton Poems)
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Incantation (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Human reason is beautiful and invincible. No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books, No sentence of banishment can ...
Child of Europe (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
Nevertheless (Marianne Moore Poems)
you've seen a strawberry that's had a struggle; yet was, where the fragments met, a hedgehog or a star- fish ...