April (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
The April house was near a pond; It was made of reeds and of rushes, All helter-skelter and out of kelter, And ringed ...
Poems about brand-new (18 Poems)
When Nathan Led The Choir (Joseph C Lincoln Poems)
I s'pose I hain't progressive, but I swan, it seems ter meReligion isn't nigh so good as what it used ...
A Hail to the Hunter (Holman Francis Day Poems)
Oh, we're getting under cover, for the "sport" is on the way,-Pockets bulge with ammunition, and he's coming down to ...
Bosnia Tune (Joseph Brodsky Poems)
As you pour yourself a scotchCrush a roach or check your watchAs your hands adjust your tie people dieIn the ...
The Flight To Flanders (Lessel Hutcheon Poems)
Does he know the road to Flanders, does he know the criss-cross tracksWith the row of sturdy hangars at the ...
Bivouac: Chapter 1 (Aleksandr Tvardovskii Poems)
He had a genius, some old chap:Found a way of boilingSoup with never a pill or slopWhile the kitchen's rolling.First, ...
Her Last Letter: Being a Reply to ‘His Answer’ (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
June 4th! Do you know what that date means? June 4th! By this air and these pines!Well,--only you know how ...
Old Stormy (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Stormy's dead, I heard them say, "he's dead and gone to rest";Of all the skippers I have known old Stormy ...
A Yarn Of Dan’s (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Now 'ere's a yarn as is true, said Dan, "An' you can't say that o' most:I was in the packet ...
The Mendicants (Bliss William Carman Poems)
We are as mendicants who waitAlong the roadside in the sun.Tatters of yesterday and shredsOf morrow clothe us every one.And ...
An Old Love (Carolyn Wells Poems)
Priscilla, Auntie's promised me A brand-new Paris doll; And though I love you, yet you see I cannot keep you ...
Death The Mexican Revolutionary (Anthony Hecht Poems)
Wines of the great ch?teaux Have been uncorked for you; Come, take this terrace chair: Examine the menu. The view ...
a whisper of a kiss, a prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His eyes closed as were hers, a whisper of a kiss, a prayer breathed onto her brow, as if into ...
Curled up (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Tightly wrapped, as she was so recently inside her mother's womb curled up in her father's arms matching bracelets, letting ...
Stories (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So many stories, many of pain on the faces, in the eyes, the furtive eyes, the postures, the countenance of ...
Says Mister Doojabs (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Well, eight months ago one clear cold day, I took a ramble up Broadway, And with my hands behind my ...
Start Where You Stand (Berton Braley Poem)
Start where you stand and never mind the past, The past won't help you in beginning new, If you have ...
The Sightseers (Paul Muldoon Poems)
My father and mother, my brother and sister and I, with uncle Pat, our dour best-loved uncle, had set out ...