Kapiolani (John Oxenham Poems)
Where the great green combers break in thunder on the barrier reefs,--Where, unceasing, sounds the mighty diapason of the deep,--Ringed ...
Poems about belches (12 Poems)
An Ode in Blessed Memory (Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov Poems)
1A sudden bliss has seized my mind,And to a mountain peak it carries meUp where the wind's forgotten how to ...
The Locomotive (Julian Tuwim Poems)
A big locomotive has pulled into town,Heavy, humungus, with sweat rolling down,A plump jumbo olive.Huffing and puffing and panting and ...
He makes the Eagles and Ocelots dance with him! (Nezahualcoyotl Poems)
He makes the Eagles and Ocelots dance with him!Come to see the Huexotzinca:On the dais of the Eagle he shouts ...
The Shape of Death (May Swenson Poems)
What does love look like? We knowthe shape of death. Death is a cloudimmense and awesome. At first a lidis ...
Men Below Deck (Joseph Horatio Chant Poems)
The battleship its anchor weighs, And belches forth its thunder;Its commodore all classes praise, And at his victories wonder;And well they may--for ...
A phantom scene barely glimmers (Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems)
1A phantom scene barely glimmers,The soft choirs of shades,Melpomene has lashed the windows of her room with satin.Wagons stand in ...
“A phantom scene barely glimmers” (Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems)
1A phantom scene barely glimmers,The soft choirs of shades,Melpomene has lashed the windows of her room with satin.Wagons stand in the ...
The Women Who Went to the Fields (Clara Barton Poems)
The women who went to the field, you say,The women who went to the field; and prayWhat did they go ...
The Steam Shovel (Eunice Tietjens Poems)
Beneath my window in a city street A monster lairs, a creature huge and grim And only half believed: the ...
Madness (George Borrow Poems)
What darkens, what darkens?-'t is heaven's high roof:What lightens?-'t is Heckla's flame, shooting aloof:The proud, the majestic, the rugged old ...
Inexpensive Progress (John Betjeman Poem)
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...