Don Juan: Canto The Seventeenth (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
The world is full of orphans: firstly, those Who are so in the strict sense of the phrase(But many a lonely ...
Poems about bitches (19 Poems)
“It doesn’t look like a finger…” (Hugh Sykes Davies Poems)
It doesn't look like a finger it looks like a feather of broken glassIt doesn't look like something to eat ...
Poem (‘It Doesn’t Look Like A Finger…’) (Hugh Sykes Davies Poems)
It doesn't look like a finger it looks like a feather of broken glassIt doesn't look like something to eat ...
First Communions (Arthur Rimbaud Poems)
Truly, they're stupid, these village churchesWhere fifteen ugly chicks soiling the pillarsListen, trilling out their divine responses,To a black freak ...
Sicilian Cyclamens (D H Lawrence Poems)
WHEN he pushed his bush of black hair off his brow:When she lifted her mop from her eyes, and screwed ...
Instinct (Cesare Pavese Poems)
From the door of his house in the gentle sunshinethe old man, disillusioned with everything,watches the dog and the bitch ...
The Commination (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
Commination (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
Theory Of Recruiting (Regina Derieva Poem)
Sons of bitches were born with hearts of stone, cherishing this stone all their life. Children of sons of bitches ...
Hudson’s Last Voyage (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
My Nose Is Growing Old (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it's true. I'm 31 and my nose is growing old. ...
The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
278. On the late Captain Grose’s Peregrinations (Robert Burns Poems)
HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;- If there's a hole in a' your coats, ...
52. Epitaph on John Rankine (Robert Burns Poems)
AE day, as Death, that gruesome carl, Was driving to the tither warl' A mixtie-maxtie motley squad, And mony a ...
306. Election Ballad at close of Contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790 (Robert Burns Poems)
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
Lament (Dylan Thomas Poems)
When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ...
The Living Dead (Robert William Service Poems)
Since I have come to years sedate I see with more and more acumen The bitter irony of Fate, The ...
The Pigeon Shooting (Robert William Service Poems)
They say that Monte Carlo is A sunny place for shady people; But I'm not in the gambling biz, And ...
Gigolo (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Pocket watch, I tick well. The streets are lizardly crevices Sheer-sided, with holes where to hide. It is best to ...