Living in Christ’s Freedom (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Not guided by the dictates of the world the law a pale reflection the true depth of God's love revealed ...
Poems about borrowed (31 Poems)
Immersed in His Passion (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking with Christ present, beside him going to Jerusalem when the Messiah came home Into the city of David to ...
Christ Serving Me (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sitting at the table waiting for the Passover sitting in the city of David preparing for the feast The wonder ...
Listening to My Breathing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Listening only to my breathing my throbbing heartbeat my headache growing, pounding as I ate of the bread he broke ...
In That Borrowed Room (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The world shook nothing ever the same after in the things foretold in what transpired in the words he spoke ...
No place in the inn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
no place in the inn no room for them the savior of the earth born in a borrowed stable laid ...
Singing a Song of Advent (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Singing a song of Advent of the coming of the king born a humble child of him we sing Raised ...
They shall Run (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not like the others, not even their youth The Lord will be their strength and they shall not be tired ...
We Do (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her dress was borrowed It was blue My suit was old But our vows were new Happy couple coming into ...
The Jubilee Sov’reign (Marriott Edgar Poems)
On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms Invited relations to tea, Including young Albert's grandmother- An awkward old . . party, was ...
The Channel Swimmer (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
Joe Ramsbottom (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Joe Ramshottom rented a bit of a farm From its owner, Squire Goslett his name; And the Gosletts came over ...
The Bird of Paradise (William Henry Davies Poem)
Here comes Kate Summers, who, for gold, Takes any man to bed: "You knew my friend, Nell Barnes," she said; ...
Ode (John Dryden Poem)
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
To James Whitcomb Riley (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
On his "Book of Joyous Children" Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers; Joyous children delight to play there; Weary ...
The immortality she gave (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The immortality she gave We borrowed at her Grave -- For just one Plaudit famishing, The Might of Human love ...
The parasol is the umbrella’s daughter, (Emily Dickinson Poems)
The parasol is the umbrella's daughter, And associates with a fan While her father abuts the tempest And abridges the ...
This Window is (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
This window is confidence, documenting proceedings, capturing moments, cleansing views challenging sentiment. This window is nourishment filling the eyes with ...
Partisanship and politics (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain just how the term remains a sticking ...
Know, Celia, Since Thou Art So Proud (Thomas Carew Poem)
Know, Celia, since thou art so proud, 'Twas I that gave thee thy renown. Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd ...
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Fame’s Penny-Trumpet (Lewis Carroll Poems)
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
Marginalia (Billy Collins Poem)
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
Nostalgia (Billy Collins Poem)
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Dream Song 56: Hell is empty. O that has come to pass (John Berryman Poem)
Hell is empty. O that has come to pass which the cut Alexandrian foresaw, and Hell is empty. Lightning fell ...
Garden Francies (Robert Browning Poem)
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
Songs For A Colored Singer (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Daffy Duck In Hollywood (John Ashbery Poem)
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...