Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
Poems about booming (27 Poems)
At Night (Amy Lowell Poem)
The wind is singing through the trees to-night, A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences And crashing intervals. No summer breeze ...
Send No Money (Philip Larkin Poem)
Standing under the fobbed Impendent belly of Time Tell me the truth, I said, Teach me the way things go. ...
The Long Trail (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
L’Envoi (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
In Springtime (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach, And the koil sings above it, in the siris by ...
Hyperion (John Keats Poem)
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
National Trust (Tony Harrison Poem)
Bottomless pits. There's on in Castleton, and stout upholders of our law and order one day thought its depth worth ...
Wind (Ted Hughes Poem)
This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding ...
The Harvest Moon (Ted Hughes Poem)
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon, Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing, A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and ...
avalanche (Rg Gregory Poem)
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
Anointed with Power (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The humble carpenter rising from the waters no longer who he was claimed by the Creator as his Son, the ...
God’s Spirit Falling Upon Him (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Dying in the waters washed clean of the world rising as a new creation to spread God's holy word God's ...
These Two Cousins (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Two whom were foretold these two cousins each preparing the way coming together in the water The one in the ...
The Words of Isaiah (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words of God's promise the words of Isaiah spoken aloud, in majesty booming from the heavens God alive, on ...
Hearing the Voice of God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Hearing the voice of God raining down from heaven resounding over the earth sometimes in whispers speaking directly to us ...
In the Flash of Light (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God was there, in the brilliant flash of light in the booming voice from on high speaking to His tormented, ...
Out the Back Window (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Looking out, over the sink of dishes Out onto the alley, the stories Walking by my view Wondering who the ...
Ships that Pass in the Night (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing; I look far out into the pregnant night, Where I ...
I suppose the time will come (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I suppose the time will come Aid it in the coming When the Bird will crowd the Tree And the ...
The Winter Scene (Bliss Carman Poem)
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind (Stephen Crane Poem)
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because the lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted ...
Ireland With Emily (John Betjeman Poem)
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
Cornish Cliffs (John Betjeman Poem)
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
“In re a Gentleman, One” (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
We see it each day in the paper, And know that there's mischief in store; That some unprofessional caper Has ...
Annie Marshall the Foundling (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Annie Marshall was a foundling, and lived in Downderry, And was trained up by a coast-guardsman, kind-hearted and merry And ...
Discord in Childhood (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips, And at night when the wind arose, the lash of the ...