The Grocery (Amy Lowell Poem)
"Hullo, Alice!" "Hullo, Leon!" "Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?" "Where's your ...
Poems about candy (31 Poems)
Potions (Yusef Komunyakaa Poem)
The old woman made mint Candy for the children Who'd bolt through her front door, Silhouettes of the great blue ...
Paragraphs from a Day-Book (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
The Blues (Langston Hughes Poem)
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you're in a hurry- That's the blues. When you go ...
Moist, but not necessarily chewy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Asking for details the chocolate already consumed before allowing more candy to be enjoyed Two brownies was her answer asking ...
Watching the Snow Falling (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After getting home driving in the gossamer snow the dance of the crystals falling in the air accumulating on the ...
The Message of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In every part of creation, the message to those who would hear the love of the creator, the means of ...
Wooing Us (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Just as a bridegroom, God is courting us, wooing us back to Him to a loving relationship once more, again. ...
Up between the Dormers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
High up the brick old mill building up above the brick, the granite, between the clapboard window dormers hanging on ...
A Cranberry Maple (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Nothing other than cranberry, well, maybe candy apple, could describe the maple on the corner Ablaze in saturated red deep, ...
Gumdrop Maples (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like nothing other than gumdrops the rounded tops of the colorful maples adorned the side of the street on our ...
A Formal Tie (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sugar cookies, candy canes, Christmas trees, snow men, stars, ginger bread men, spirals, bells, all cartoon confections festooned my newest ...
Dancing Penguins (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was struck silent, motionless as we entered the grocery store. For a fleeting moment, she was mesmerized, frozen where ...
Waiting for the Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a cluster of open milkweed pods brown flat seeds, a ball of cotton candy silk waiting for the wind, to ...
They Couldn’t Wait (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Eager arms pulling mine, transferring the bag with the loot from one hand to another depending on which side of ...
Reds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rich vibrant, living color Dying on the branch In glory as I drive by A canopy over my way Or ...
Gage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Little man Newly five years old Devil in your blue eyes, Sly smile and infectious laugh Sharing candy with me, ...
Eye Candy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
You're there with that hair framing your smile Social saccharin Pixie sticks, or pez All about the affectation The pose, ...
Fuzzy Swears (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Some have heard of "fuzzy logic", that "powerful problem-solving methodology (blah, blah, blah) ." (no, not just what Shanequa or ...
A piteous plaint (Eugene Field Poem)
I cannot eat my porridge, I weary of my play; No longer can I sleep at night, No longer romp ...
The Threat (Denise Duhamel Poem)
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
The Summer I Was Sixteen (Geraldine Connolly Poem)
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
A Hedge Of Rubber Trees (Amy Clampitt Poem)
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
From On Being Fired Again (Erin Belieu Poem)
I've known the pleasures of being fired at least eleven times- most notably by Larry who found my snood unsuitable, ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Xerox Candy Bar (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Ah, you're just a copy of all the candy bars I've ever eaten. (Richard Brautigan)
Manuelzinho (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Mama (Charles Bukowski Poems)
here I am in the ground my mouth open and I can't even say mama, and the dogs run by ...
My Groupie (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard ...