From the Dark Tower (Countee Cullen Poem)
We shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, abject and mute, ...
Poems about bend (51 Poems)
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 ...
Fishing On The Susquehanna In July (Billy Collins Poem)
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
The Forge (Michael Burch Poem)
To at last be indestructible, a poem must first glow, almost flammable, upon a thing inert, as gray, as dull ...
The Folly of Wisdom (Michael Burch Poem)
She is wise in the way that children are wise, looking at me with such knowing, grave eyes I must ...
No Need (Alain Bosquet Poem)
The elephant's trunk is for picking up pistachios: no need to bend over. The giraffe's neck is for grazing on ...
Community Garden (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poem)
I watch the man bend over his patch, a fat gunny sack at his feet. He combs the earth with ...
English Flavors (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poem)
I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for ...
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
V. To the River Tweed. (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
O TWEED! a stranger, that with wand'ring feet O'er hill and dale has journey'd many a mile, (If so his ...
Senex (John Betjeman Poem)
Oh would I could subdue the flesh Which sadly troubles me! And then perhaps could view the flesh As though ...
Five O’Clock Shadow (John Betjeman Poems)
This is the time of day when we in the Mens's ward Think "one more surge of the pain and ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Come hither, child (Emily Bronte Poem)
Come hither, child--who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in ...
How Clear She Shines (Emily Bronte Poem)
How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, " ...
‘Yes, holy be thy resting place’ (Emily Bronte Poems)
Yes, holy be thy resting place Wherever thou may'st lie; The sweetest winds breathe on thy face, The softest of ...
To a Waterfowl (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost ...
Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
Town and Country (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
In Reference to Her Children (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
Women (Louise Bogan Poem)
Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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 ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...