Bridegroom Dick (Herman Melville Poems)
1876Sunning ourselves in October on a dayBalmy as spring, though the year was in decay,I lading my pipe, she stirring ...
Poems about cemeteries (18 Poems)
America Remembers (Paul Engle Poems)
HERE by this midland lake, the sand-shored waterThat pulses with no sea-tide heart, where the grainOf a nation pauses on ...
Marriage (Gregory Corso Poems)
Should I get married? Should I be Good?Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?Don't take ...
Lines Written In Wilford Churchyard (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Here would I wish to sleep. This is the spotWhich I have long mark'd out to lay my bones in.Tired ...
Struggle With The Angel (Jaroslav Seifert Poems)
God knows who first thought upthat gloomy imageand spoke of the deadas living shadesstraying about amongst us.And yet those shades ...
California Winter (Karl Shapiro Poems)
It is winter in California, and outsideIs like the interior of a florist shop:A chilled and moisture-laden cropOf pink camellias ...
Death Alone (Pablo Neruda Poems)
There are lone cemeteries,tombs full of soundless bones,the heart threading a tunnel,a dark, dark tunnel :like a wreck we die ...
Identity of Images (Robert Desnos Poems)
I am fighting furiously with animals and bottlesIn a short time perhaps ten hours have passed oneafter anotherThe beautiful swimmer ...
Lines Written at the Grave of Alexandre Dumas (Gwendolyn Bennett Poems)
Cemeteries are places for departed soulsAnd bones interred,Or hearts with shattered loves.A woman with lips made warm for laughterWould find ...
[Everything is full of you] (Miguel Hernandez Poems)
Everything is full of youand I am full of everything:the cities are full,and the cemeteries are full,you, with all the ...
The Enemy (Dorothy Violet Wellesley Poems)
There is some delight in bombing an EnemyWhom all mankind must hate.There is some foresight in reading the Tarot cardThese ...
Scars on Paper (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
The Blackbirds Are Rough Today (Charles Bukowski Poems)
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug ...
The Journey (James Wright Poems)
Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out To the edge of a cliff, and ...
Ashes of Soldiers. (Walt Whitman Poems)
ASHES of soldiers! As I muse, retrospective, murmuring a chant in thought, Lo! the war resumes-again to my sense your ...
And One For My Dame (Anne Sexton Poems)
A born salesman, my father made all his dough by selling wool to Fieldcrest, Woolrich and Faribo. A born talker, ...
Nothing But Death (Pablo Neruda Poems)
There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through ...