More Sonnets At Christmas I (Allen Tate Poems)
To Denis DevlinAgain the native hour lets down the locksUncombed and black, but gray the bobbing beard;Ten years ago His ...
Poems about bobbing (21 Poems)
Love Song (Alfred Lichtenstein Poems)
Your eyes are bright lands.Your looks are little birds,Handkerchiefs gently waving goodbye.In your smile I rest as though in bobbing ...
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 ...
February: Thinking of Flowers (Jane Kenyon Poem)
Now wind torments the field, turning the white surface back on itself, back and back on itself, like an animal ...
How Did You Meet Your Wife? (Richard Jones Poem)
Swimming the English Channel, struggling to make it to Calais, I swam into Laura halfway across. My body oiled for ...
Ducks bobbing on the water (Kobayashi Issa Poem)
Ducks bobbing on the water-- are they also, tonight, hoping to get lucky? (Kobayashi Issa)
Robin Hood, A Child. (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poem)
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poem)
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk ...
The Guardian Angel Of The Little Utopia (Jorie Graham Poem)
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
Helen In Hollywood (Judy Grahn Poem)
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
To Robert Nichols (Robert Graves Poem)
(From Frise on the Somme in February, 1917, in answer to a letter saying: "I am just finishing my 'Faun's ...
Fighting the Tide (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Against the winds prevailing currents of the world fighting the tide of history the believes of the nation our people ...
Foggy day on the ocean (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
Watching the Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
on the water, the boat watching the shore, the water, birds, the loons, the horizon watching the sky, clouds shadows ...
Sunday Afternoon (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The loon and I Alone on the lake Below the threatening sky. He watches me warily. His red eye afire. ...
Crowride (A. R. Ammons Poem)
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the system so friction-free, the bobbing ...
HYMN (Barry Tebb Poems)
How I love the working-class girls of Leeds, Their mile-wide smiles, eyes bright as beads, Their young breasts bobbing as ...
The Lost Ingredient (Anne Sexton Poems)
Almost yesterday, those gentle ladies stole to their baths in Atlantic Cuty, for the lost rites of the first sea ...
Moon Fishing (Lisel Mueller Poems)
When the moon was full they came to the water. some with pitchforks, some with rakes, some with sieves and ...
Exiled (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of ...
The Ghosts of the Buffaloes (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...