Double Ballade on the Nothingness of Things (William Ernest Henley Poem)
The big teetotum twirls, And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls; But of the loss and gain ...
Poems about chaff (31 Poems)
Sun and Shadow (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green, To the billows of foam-crested blue, Yon bark, that ...
The Boys (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? If there has, take him out, without making a noise. ...
Carrion Comfort (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist-slack they may be-these last strands of man In ...
Additions (Thomas Hardy Poem)
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
The Fire At Tranter Sweatley’s (Thomas Hardy Poems)
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
The Last Leap (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poem)
ALL is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our ...
A Pinch of Salt (Robert Graves Poem)
When a dream is born in you With a sudden clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true And ...
Goliath and David (Robert Graves Poem)
(For D. C. T., Killed at Fricourt, March, 1916) Yet once an earlier David took Smooth pebbles from the brook: ...
Commanded to Love (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All else chaff the stuff of this earth commanded to love our hearts open to God To honor Him who ...
Things to Praise (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So much else the chattel of the world the chaff of the age that which will not endure Needing to ...
Culling (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Discerning God's message from the competing voices we hear some leading us away some drawing us near Culling the wheat ...
Left at the cross (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our troubles, our doubts all of our sin all can be laid down at the foot of the cross left, ...
All of Our Labors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All of our labors like chaff around the wheat Better for our futures to rest at the master's feet Stop ...
Seasons of Fire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our lives marked, recorded in moments of joy and in seasons of fire learning through our trials, through our struggles ...
In the Flames (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our lives, changed, tested, melted, molded in the flames, in the struggles, in the challenges the heartache, in the trials ...
Walking in the Fires (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the fires, walking through the flames unburned, whole, protected on the journey walking in the waters, in the flames ...
Wholesome Grain – revised (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
That we would be such, gathered in, in the garner forever our chaff cast off, into the fire our true ...
Wholesome Grain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
That we would be such, gathered in, in the garner forever out chaff cast off, into the fire our true ...
Artificial Walls (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Barriers, limits, chaff, to be burned away, cast off artificial walls, failing to forgive, failing to love, failing to see ...
Her Future (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A new future, a sudden change leaving the old, the comfortable behind new promise, new hope beyond the horizon line ...
In Praise of Weeding (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rich loam between my fingers, grip of stems, roots, balls of grass pull up through the rain drenched soil smell ...
Rewriting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wanting Seeing the beauty The precision Magic in prose Cut and paste Letting go of the old Pulling edits in ...
The Bench-Legged Fyce (Eugene Field Poem)
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
Mr. Dana, of the New York Sun (Eugene Field Poem)
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
At Corfu (Norman Dubie Poem)
In seventeen hundred, a much hated sultan visited us twice, finally dying of headaches in the south harbor. Ever since, ...
I groped for him before I knew (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I groped for him before I knew With solemn nameless need All other bounty sudden chaff For this foreshadowed Food ...
I worked for chaff and earning Wheat (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I worked for chaff and earning Wheat Was haughty and betrayed. What right had Fields to arbitrate In matters ratified? ...
Pilate’s Wife’s Dream (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...