The Tragedy (Henry Lawson Poem)
Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue Since the days I gulped the physic that ...
Poems about blues (31 Poems)
The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket (Robert Lowell Poem)
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
A Poem For Myself (Etheridge Knight Poem)
(or Blues for a Mississippi Black Boy) I was born in Mississippi; I walked barefooted thru the mud. Born black ...
Soledad (Robert Hayden Poem)
(And I, I am no longer of that world) Naked, he lies in the blinded room chainsmoking, cradled by drugs, ...
The Blues (Langston Hughes Poem)
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you're in a hurry- That's the blues. When you go ...
The Weary Blues (Langston Hughes Poem)
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on ...
Pink Champagne (for Digby Fairweather) (Adrian Green Poem)
Not blues in twelve but there is joy and pink champagne, the maker's music trading eights in syncopated synergy from ...
Rain (Jack Gilbert Poem)
Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In ...
Father Death Blues (Don’t Grow Old, Part V) (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home Hey poor man, you're all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going ...
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 Envelope of the Clouds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Turning my head, drawn to the brilliant light tearing through, the slate, the blues, the white, the envelope of the ...
A Little Longer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They had a little longer walk today to stop in wonder at the beauty along our way to see the ...
A Reflection in the Chrome (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The blues, purples, yellow, gold baked into the chrome pipes of the classic Harley draw me to you, my camera, ...
My Brother (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He was there too, marching by, just ten feet from my spot beyond arm's reach solemn, marching in his blues ...
Waiting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Paneled walls, formal distances, raised dais bifurcated space, Hatfields and McCoys, bride and groom Peculiar pews, wide oak masculine pews, ...
Haddock Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Layers of clouds grays and white living sky with rich visual texture Rippled screens of space like the flesh of ...
The Conversazzhony (Eugene Field Poem)
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
Blue Winter (Robert Francis Poem)
Winter uses all the blues there are. One shade of blue for water, one for ice, Another blue for shadows ...
I’m A Fool To Love You (Cornelius Eady Poems)
Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman, Some type of supernatural creature. My mother would tell you, ...
The Bistro Styx (Rita Dove Poem)
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Take This Waltz (Leonard Cohen Poem)
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
A Study In Feeling (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and ...
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 ...
Dream Song 50: In a motion of night they massed nearer my post (John Berryman Poem)
In a motion of night they massed nearer my post. I hummed a short blues. When the stars went out ...
Dtatue And The Bust, The (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
The Statue and the Bust (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Somebody (Charles Bukowski Poem)
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
Roosters (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Alone (Maya Angelou Poem)
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is ...