Afternoon Tea (Robert W Service Poems)
As I was saying . . . (No, thank you; I never take cream with my tea;Cows weren't allowed in ...
Poems about barrage (20 Poems)
In Memory of My Feelings (Frank O’Hara Poems)
My quietness has a man in it, he is transparentand he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets.He ...
The Voice Of The Slaves (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
We are the slaves of the guns,Serfs to the dominant things;Ours are the eyes and the ears,And the brains of ...
Six Brown Boxer Hats (John O Brien Poems)
The hawker with his tilted cart pulled up beside the fence,And opened out his wondrous mart with startling eloquence;All sorts ...
Photographs (To Two Scots Lads) (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Lying in dug-outs, joking idly, wearily;Watching the candle guttering in the draught;Hearing the great shells go high over us, eerilySinging; ...
A City Winter (Frank O Hara Poems)
1I understand the boredom of the clerksfatigue shifting like dunes within their eyesa frightful nausea gumming up the worksthat once ...
Father Come Home (Billy Bennett Poems)
Father, dear Father, come home with me nowThe clock in the steeple strikes oneWe've got dover soles, lemon soles, camisoles, ...
Peace Upon Earth (Ewart Alan Mackintosh Poems)
Under the sky of battle, under the arch of the guns,Where in a mad red torrent the river of fighting ...
Gee-Up Bar, Mules (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
"HE stood up in our khaki with the poise Of perfect soldiership beneath the praise Of the French officer. We ...
Daddy (Billy Bennett Poems)
How nice to see the picture of a father and his sonMy father is my mother's wife and I'm his ...
The Charge Of The Light Brigade (Ewart Alan Mackintosh Poems)
Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward —'That is, unless some damnedAirman has blundered,If the map isn't rightWe'll ...
Concert Party: Busseboom (Edmund Blunden Poems)
The stage was set, the house was packed,The famous troop began;Our laughter thundered, act by act;Time light as sunbeams ran.Dance ...
War Poet. (Donald Bain Poems)
We in our haste can only see the small components of the scene We cannot tell what incidents will focus ...
To Her Advantage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Coming to tell me of her sister stuck in the snow drift the soft snow of this afternoon perfect for ...
Sparks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sparks of gold, of silver, splashes of color rising up from the new-fallen snow greeting my lowered head deep in ...
The Essential Thing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Busy, busy lives, moving from task to task lists and messages, and calls, a barrage of things, things to capture ...
Blocks of Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Blocks of snow, piled higher and higher building a wall, a ring a start of an igloo, a fort, a ...
Priscilla (Robert William Service Poems)
Jerry MacMullen, the millionaire, Driving a red-meat bus out there -- How did he win his Croix de Guerre? Bless ...
Attack (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of ...
Apologia Pro Poemate Meo (Wilfred Owen Poems)
I, too, saw God through mud -- The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory ...