The Métier of Blossoming (Denise Levertov Poem)
Fully occupied with growing--that's the amaryllis. Growing especially at night: it would take only a bit more patience than I've ...
Poems about bulb (22 Poems)
Mr Bleaney (Philip Larkin Poem)
'This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.' Flowered ...
SPROUT (James Lee Jobe Poem)
It could be Valley Oak or Snap-bean, Elderberry, or Cattail rising out of the creek; all began the same, a ...
In The Baggage Room At Greyhound (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
The Hum of the Fan (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr ...
His Shop (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There was something about it the way he had things just so, from the start a level, freshly cut boards ...
Luna Moth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was there in the morning holding fast to the porch screen bewitched by the indoor bulb in the outside ...
The Floor (Russell Edson Poem)
The floor is something we must fight against. Whilst seemingly mere platform for the human stance, it is that place ...
Split the Lark — and you’ll find the Music — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music -- Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled -- Scantilly dealt to ...
So from the mould (Emily Dickinson Poem)
So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise -- Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes. So ...
Cherry bomb (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
I Sit By The Window (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you've got caviar? The triumph of ...
Belfast Tune (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
Here's a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Flophouse (Charles Bukowski Poems)
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
Current (Anna Piutti Poems)
Fibers, flesh. Electricity transudes through a sigh. Sun-bordered clouds migrate from your eyes to my core: swooshing of curtains, temples ...
Wintering (Sylvia Plath Poems)
This is the easy time, there is nothing doing. I have whirled the midwife's extractor, I have my honey, Six ...
Ode To an Artichoke (Pablo Neruda Poems)
The artichoke of delicate heart erect in its battle-dress, builds its minimal cupola; keeps stark in its scallop of scales. ...
The Mortal One (Sharon Olds Poems)
Three months after he lies dead, that long yellow narrow body, not like Christ but like one of his saints, ...
Crab (Sharon Olds Poems)
When I eat crab, slide the rosy rubbery claw across my tongue I think of my mother. She'd drive down ...
Five For Country Music (Lisel Mueller Poems)
I. Insomnia The bulb at the front door burns and burns. If it were a white rose it would tire ...
Black Stone On Top Of Nothing (Philip Levine Poems)
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...