Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Poems about brushing (31 Poems)
The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poem)
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
The Lads in Their Hundreds (A. E. Housman Poem)
The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair, There's men from the barn and the forge ...
Keeping Going (Seamus Heaney Poem)
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
southampton water (Rg Gregory Poem)
song of sea-leaves in an orchestra of foam branches of violins sprayed across the mind what is magnetic in a ...
Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard (Thomas Gray Poem)
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
Not to sleep (Robert Graves Poem)
Not to sleep all the night long, for pure joy, Counting no sheep and careless of chimes Welcoming the dawn ...
Celestial Music (Louise Gluck Poem)
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
Instantly Made Well (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
By her faith by the mere touch the fabric of the fringe of the tassels on his robe brushing past ...
The Anointing in Bethany (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The tears from her loving eyes the sweetest perfume the brushing of her hair washing him, preparing him for the ...
The Smell of the balsam and cedar (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The smell of the balsam and cedar as I climb into the clouds the thick gray around me wet from ...
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 ...
Living Cold (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Cold, falling down, from the snow banks, still too high rimming the lot, cold, palpable like a wave, like a ...
Touching Her Face (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like gloved hands at the summer cotillion so were the petals of the sun touching her face, oh so delicately, ...
Cadence (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Speaking the words out loud in the hall lips, mustache brushing the skin of the microphone Lips curl in the ...
Chiclet Teeth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A Cheshire cat with chiclet teeth rectangular rows smiling grin all teeth, just as she is, each night after brushing ...
Every Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Every day that I fall asleep without you by my side feeling your warmth the smell of you the taste ...
Thoreau in Italy (Robert Francis Poem)
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
I. The Witch of Coös (Robert Frost Poem)
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
The Demiurge’s Laugh (Robert Frost Poems)
It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon's trail, Though I ...
Celestial Music (John Donne Poem)
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
Crying to be written (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Dawn has reached the ridges to the north and a thin line of light chased the night west; it is ...
Wood Rides (John Clare Poem)
Who hath not felt the influence that so calms The weary mind in summers sultry hours When wandering thickest woods ...
Kindliness (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
The Song of the Beasts (Rupert Brooke Poem)
(Sung, on one night, in the cities, in the darkness.) Come away! Come away! Ye are sober and dull through ...
Sleeping Out: Full Moon (Rupert Brooke Poem)
They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, ...
And love has changed to kindliness (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
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, ...
The Moose (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 11: Conversation: Undertones (Conrad Aiken Poem)
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...