bat Archives - Famous Inspirational Poems, Poetry, Quotes

O, It Was Out by Donnycarney (James Joyce Poem)

O, it was out by Donnycarney When the bat flew from tree to tree My love and I did walk ...

Twice a Week the Winter Thorough (A. E. Housman Poem)

Twice a week the winter thorough Here stood I to keep the goal: Football then was fighting sorrow For the ...

Let me be to Thee as the circling bird (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)

Let me be to Thee as the circling bird, Or bat with tender and air-crisping wings That shapes in half-light ...

conturbat me (Rg Gregory Poem)

martin's death has made me scared of the old bat that clings to the eaves waiting to enter the house ...

Cat Scat (Eamon Grennan Poem)

I am watching Cleo listening, our cat listening to Mozart's Magic Flute. What can she be hearing? What can the ...

Letter to S.S. from Mametz Wood (Robert Graves Poem)

I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...

Mr. Dana, of the New York Sun (Eugene Field Poem)

Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...

II. The Pauper Witch of Grafton (Robert Frost Poem)

Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...

Waiting (Robert Frost Poem)

Afield at dusk What things for dream there are when specter-like, Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled, I enter alone ...

Angels (Russell Edson Poem)

They have little use. They are best as objects of torment. No government cares what you do with them. Like ...

Ode To William H. Channing (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)

Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...

Mr. Mistoffelees (T. S. Eliot Poem)

You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat-- (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to ...

The Sudden Light And The Trees (Stephen Dunn Poem)

My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog and wife beater. In bad dreams I killed him and once, ...

The Hermit (William Henry Davies Poem)

WHAT moves that lonely man is not the boom Of waves that break agains the cliff so strong; Nor roar ...

The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings — (Emily Dickinson Poem)

The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings -- Like fallow Article -- And not a song pervade his Lips -- ...

The Lime-tree Bower my Prison [Addressed to Charles Lamb, o (Samuel Coleridge Poem)

Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...

This Lime-Tree Bower, My Prison (Samuel Coleridge Poem)

Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...

Phantasmagoria CANTO II ( Hys Fyve Rules ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)

"MY First - but don't suppose," he said, "I'm setting you a riddle - Is - if your Victim be ...

A True Story, for Jeremy (Michael Burch Poem)

Jeremy hit the ball today, over the fence and far away. So very, very far away a neighbor had to ...

A bat flits (Yosa Buson Poem)

A bat flits in moonlight above the plum blossoms. (Yosa Buson)

Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)

THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...

Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)

SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...

The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)

A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...

Lara (Lord Byron Poem)

LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...

Andrea del Sarto (Robert Browning Poem)

But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...

Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came (Robert Browning Poem)

I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...

The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches’ Sabbath (Conrad Aiken Poems)

Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...

Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)

1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...

Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)