Last Trams (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
ITHAT street washed with violetWrites like a tabletOf living here; that pavementIs the metal embodimentOf living here; those terracesFilled with ...
Poems about carbon (21 Poems)
Bag Of Mice (Nick Flynn Poems)
I dreamt your suicide notewas scrawled in pencil on a brown paperbag,& in the bag were six baby mice. The ...
The Truant (Edwin John Pratt Poems)
'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum saidTo the Master of the Revels who had ledA bucking truant with a ...
Aspiring Miss DeLaine (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
(A CHEMICAL NARRATIVE)Certain facts which serve to explainThe physical charms of Miss Addie De Laine,Who, as the common reports obtain,Surpassed ...
Elements of Composition (A.K. Ramanujan Poems)
Composed as I am, like others, of elements on certain well-known lists,father's seed and mother's egggathering earth, air, fire, mostly ...
Lament Of The Cork-Cell (Constance Naden Poems)
FAREWELL oh mocking Wind! No more I mix Thine airy substance with my world, the Tree: Farewell, oh Carbon, that ...
The Mother Poem (two) (Jackie Kay Poem)
I always wanted to give birth Do that incredible natural thing That women do-I nearly broke down When I heard ...
Colder (Erica Jong Poem)
He was six foot four, and forty-six and even colder than he thought he was James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks ...
Nights Reflect (Robert M. Hensel Poem)
Shadow puppets on the wall. Dark carbon copies of what a furnished room bares. Into a black covered mirror, my ...
The World Waiting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The earth warming the world waiting impatiently for America to lead the carbon country great consumers needing to step up ...
Typist (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Early morning (or very late night) Carbon and ink eraser, with the bristles Before Whiteout The Corona clacked away Her ...
Bag Of Mice (Nick Flynn Poem)
I dreamt your suicide note was scrawled in pencil on a brown paperbag, & in the bag were six baby ...
The Day that I was crowned (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days -- Until the Coronation came -- And then -- ...
Governors On Sominex (David Berman Poem)
It had been four days of no weather as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors. They'd closed ...
A Birthday Present (Sylvia Plath Poems)
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
Insomniac (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
The Rival (Sylvia Plath Poems)
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both of ...
Poppies In October (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through ...
The Munich Mannequins (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb Where the yew trees blow ...
Look What You Did, Christopher! (Ogden Nash Poems)
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spain For a business trip ...
To my son (John Matthew Poems)
You will realize this wisdom, When you are my age, and experience, Gained from being in vexing situations, Yet, being ...