The Great Black Heron (Denise Levertov Poem)
Since I stroll in the woods more often than on this frequented path, it's usually trees I observe; but among ...
Poems about barefoot (31 Poems)
The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket (Robert Lowell Poem)
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
American Beauty (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
For Ann London As you described your mastectomy in calm detail and bared your chest so I might see the ...
The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poem)
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Letters From A Man In Solitary (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Foggy day on the ocean (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
Barefoot (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh to be sitting, barefoot at your feet listening to you, for the first time, drinking in your living water, ...
Not Enough Pastel Plaid (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the shop, a bit too pretty, pristine I caught a few subtle, furtive, slightly disdainful glances supposing, deciding we ...
In Dance (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They worshipped, praised the Lord, sang with their movements, their bodies, their beings In dance they prayed, sang with their ...
No Place Holy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It wasn't that nowhere was holy everywhere, everywhere they walked holy ground, barefoot walking leaving their footprint, the mark of ...
Holy Ground (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Lord called where he walked holy ground But all the ground is holy, where we each walk oh take ...
Which is the Holy Ground (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Which is the holy ground, when is the ground holy a place to take off my sandals, to walk barefoot ...
Worthy Snack (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Raspberry picking led to its own reward scratches, barbs, rash and burn all were a part of the process persistence ...
The Self-Seeker (Robert Frost Poem)
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
Days (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring ...
The Beggar Lad — dies early — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Beggar Lad -- dies early -- It's Somewhat in the Cold -- And Somewhat in the Trudging feet -- ...
Sweet — You forgot — but I remembered (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Sweet -- You forgot -- but I remembered Every time -- for Two -- So that the Sum be never ...
He told a homely tale (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears -- Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of ...
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life -- Poured thee, ...
In rags mysterious as these (Emily Dickinson Poem)
In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go -- Veiling the purple, and the plumes -- Veiling the ermine ...
A poor — torn heart — a tattered heart (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart -- That sat it down to rest -- Nor noticed that ...
What is — “Paradise” (Emily Dickinson Poem)
What is -- "Paradise" -- Who live there -- Are they "Farmers" -- Do they "hoe" -- Do they know ...
I met a King this afternoon! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And ...
A narrow Fellow in the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides -- You may have met Him -- did you not His notice ...
When We Were Young (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (William Blake Poems)
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
Plague Victims Catapulted Over Walls Into Besieged City (Thomas Lux Poems)
Early germ warfare. The dead hurled this way look like wheels in the sky. Look: there goes Larry the Shoemaker, ...
DARKIES (John Lindley Poems)
"I'd rather make $700 a week playing a maid than earn $7 a day being a maid". Hattie McDaniel. I'm ...
There Is No Flower in Darfur (Sharon Esther Lampert Poems)
The first genocide of the 21st century Began in Sudan. Slavery is cursed: Black-African Muslims strike first. Arab Muslims strike ...