Since Then (Henry Lawson Poem)
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day -- Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack -- Ten years ago, from ...
Poems about battered (31 Poems)
Faces In The Street (Henry Lawson Poem)
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
The Galley-Slave (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Oh gallant was our galley from her caren steering-wheel To her figurehead of silver and her beak of hammered steel; ...
The Coastwise Lights (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our loins are battered 'neath us by ...
The Ballad of the King’s Mercy (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told. His mercy fills the Khyber hills -- his grace ...
Mercian Hymns VII (Geoffrey Hill Poem)
Gasholders, russet among fields. Milldams, marlpools that lay unstirring. Eel-swarms. Coagulations of frogs: once, with branches and half-bricks, he battered ...
Still Here (Langston Hughes Poem)
I been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks ...
in search of milk and paradise (Rg Gregory Poem)
heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988 dodging the broken bottles dog-shit the pavement spew i wheel my young son matthew through the ...
An Old Twenty-Third Man (Robert Graves Poem)
"Is that the Three-and-Twentieth, Strabo mine, Marching below, and we still gulping wine?" From the sad magic of his fragrant ...
Babylon (Robert Graves Poem)
The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth and Reason show but dim, And all's poetry ...
Sunflower Sutra (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam Of Naishapur (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Conversation Galante (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I OBSERVE: "Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John's balloon Or an ...
I never hear the word “escape” (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I never hear the word "escape" Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation A flying attitude! I never hear of ...
If it ever bloody rains (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I never said I would, I only said I could do what you wished, the subtle difference should have raised ...
Futurelessness (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
Days of the slow roll (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It was the days of the slow roll, times when we dextrously dressed our hand-rolled cigarettes with a dearth of ...
Endurance (Peter Conners Poem)
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
The Donkey (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
When forests walked and fishes flew And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood, Then, surely, ...
Salvage (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasagna- layered flatbed truckload: hardtop reverting to tar smudge, ...
Democracy (Leonard Cohen Poem)
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Brother And Sister (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"SISTER, sister, go to bed! Go and rest your weary head." Thus the prudent brother said. "Do you want a ...
To The Dead (Frank Bidart Poem)
What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll see each other again,-- . . . and again reach the ...
The General Public (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
Colors (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(For D. M. C.) The little man with the vague beard and guise Pulled at the wicket. "Come inside!" he ...
The Man-Moth (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
The Shampoo (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The still explosions on the rocks, the lichens, grow by spreading, gray, concentric shocks. They have arranged to meet the ...
The Fish (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...