Hording Our Blessing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
If we are like the rich fool gathering up our possessions making bigger barns to store them away we are ...
Poems about bigger (31 Poems)
Sparking My Fire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Words of motivation fuel for the embers fanning the flames of passion sparking my fire Words to share growing bigger ...
To Whom We Are Thankful (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In our prayers, in stopping to give thanks certain to honor God, to whom we are thankful from whom all ...
Too Far Separated (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words of our forefathers, at the first Thanksgiving at the beginning of our nation in the midst of civil ...
Worthless Grain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Barns, full, bursting the rich man's treasure stored for a lifetime no cares, yet not enough wanting more, bigger barns ...
Herding Sheep (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe not as bad as herding cats wrangling felines, not that tough the not yet awake children a bit more ...
Casting Their Nets (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Casting their nets into the sea seeking their food, their livelihood dropping their nets, their lives at the word of ...
God’s Will, Our Wills (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Many hands raised in the hall voices raised to the ceiling, the heavens each one a voice of discernment of ...
Rotten Fish (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Boats left on the shore holds full of the bounteous catch Abandoned where they came in Leaving their harvest for ...
After the Turkey (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We sat sated in the den ready for pie; but not quite needing to sit a bit, settle our bloated ...
When the House is Quiet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When the house is quiet and the girls are asleep sitting at my desk, at the computer studying, researching a ...
Butter Melting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She marched into the kitchen all purposeful and proud stepstool from the bathroom in her four-year old arms "I'm going ...
Our biggest fish (Eugene Field Poem)
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
On a Honey Bee (Philip Freneau Poem)
Thou born to sip the lake or spring, Or quaff the waters of the stream, Why hither come on vagrant ...
An Apology for my fearfull temper (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
The Mountain (Robert Frost Poem)
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
The Czar’s Last Christmas Letter: A Barn in the Urals (Norman Dubie Poems)
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
The Price of Fame (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Do I really love you? So let me guess, you'll think I'm easy prey if I say, okay I do ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Once I saw mountains angry (Stephen Crane Poem)
Once I saw mountains angry, And ranged in battle-front. Against them stood a little man; Aye, he was no bigger ...
Incident (Countee Cullen Poem)
Once riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filled, head-filled with glee; I saw a Baltimorean Keep looking straight at me. Now I ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Testament (Wendell Berry Poem)
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
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 Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
The Pied Piper Of Hamelin (Robert Browning Poem)
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Manuelzinho (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Squatter’s Children (Elizabeth Bishop Poems)
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...