Storm-Racked (Amy Lowell Poem)
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell? ...
Poems about brutal (31 Poems)
The Red Lacquer Music-Stand (Amy Lowell Poem)
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
In the Street (Henry Lawson Poem)
Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at ...
The Upstairs Room (Weldon Kees Poem)
It must have been in March the rug wore through. Now the day passes and I stare At warped pine ...
Cleared (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt! From ...
The Broken Balance (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
We Are Those People (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
I have abhorred the wars and despised the liars, laughed at the frightened And forecast victory; never one moment's doubt. ...
Please Master (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Please master can I touch your cheeck please master can I kneel at your feet please master can I loosen ...
Finally, Action (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Too slow coming by finally, action the world speaking standing together with the people yearning to breathe free Against the ...
In the Time of Protest (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the time of protest the turning of this page the age of despots ending a new day begun They ...
Exposed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Brutal honesty, to ourselves mainly opening wounds, covered, buried exposing them to the light, to his grace to put them ...
False Notions, Fears, And Other Things Of Wood (James A. Emanuel Poem)
Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me bears up like stone, beneath some ritual I see: the blinding axe swings up, ...
1. Faith (Mark Doty Poem)
"I've been having these awful dreams, each a little different, though the core's the same- we're walking in a field, ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Men with trivial scars (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
After the rain (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
The Towers of Time (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
The Wizard Way (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Wizard Way (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Witness (Eavan Boland Poem)
Here is the city- its worn-down mountains, its grass and iron, its smoky coast seen from the high roads on ...
Dream Song 97: Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig (John Berryman Poem)
Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig, bred when he was brittle, bred when big, how he's sweating to support ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
To A Friend (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?-- He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men, Saw ...
Paradise Lost: Book 09 (John Milton Poems)
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Minerva Jones (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I am Minerva, the village poetess, Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street For my heavy body, ...
Inheritance-His (Audre Lorde Poems)
I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child ...
Reveille (Primo Levi Poems)
In the brutal nights we used to dream Dense violent dreams, Dreamed with soul and body: To return; to eat; ...
To William Holden (David Lehman Poems)
(July 15) We know who the guards are in those POW movies with brutal but easy to fool fat Germans ...