But you never said anything about Outside (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She had sugar, little bits, unauthorized pieces, shards, of the gingerbread house. Our centerpiece no more. We were outside in ...
She had sugar, little bits, unauthorized pieces, shards, of the gingerbread house. Our centerpiece no more. We were outside in ...
Wet red blooms catching the sunlight drinking in the color, overwhelm the senses rich smooth velvety red crimson flowers bursting ...
Huge droplets explode in the puddles small lakes in the uneven surface craters in the alley, rivulets connecting them giant ...
Finding the right words Overwhelmed, blessed Shouting my love each day, for you Bursting with joy now and from the ...
A skin of frost on the ground, in the branches, the yellowed fields film of ice on the pond low ...
Long dormant carpet of grey, of brown parched and pending poised for an awakening showers and warming a bursting of ...
Angry, oooh were they angry . bursting, flying out of that hole, next to the foundation by the lilac bush ...
Rockets red glare bombs bursting in air oh and the eardrums them too - bursting A night of fire and ...
In the small space the spare bedroom-sized place between the maple tree and the shrub, just beyond the dandelion patch ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
I AM always inclined to suspect The best story under the sun As soon as by chance I detect That ...
In town to sell his fruit, he saw her- Françoise in her summer slacks- turning to him, coming back to ...
In tight pants, tight skirts, Stretched or squeezed, Youth hurts, Crammed in, bursting out, Flesh will sing And hide its ...
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms. Hark, a ...
It's all a farce,-these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the ...
The Soul has Bandaged moments -- When too appalled to stir -- She feels some ghastly Fright come up And ...
I suppose you could call me heartless as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn, the damp wood too ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
See the flying French depart Like the bees of Bonaparte, Swarming up with a most venomous vitality. Over Baden and ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Song (Act V, scene i) And this place our forefathers made for man ...
We shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, abject and mute, ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made you ...
Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate, I will tell you what they sigh, Where those minarets and steeples Prick ...
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