During Wind And Rain (Thomas Hardy Poem)
They sing their dearest songs -- He, she, all of them -- yea, Treble and tenor and bass, And one ...
Poems about chairs (31 Poems)
Wind (Ted Hughes Poem)
This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding ...
the room (Rg Gregory Poem)
you know how it is with the room the door is frequently locked as i pass a white sigh is ...
Thanksgiving (Edgar Albert Guest Poem)
Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice, An' eatin' an' laughin' with folks of your choice; An' kissin' the girls an' ...
Please Master (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Please master can I touch your cheeck please master can I kneel at your feet please master can I loosen ...
Sunflower Sutra (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Standing When They Passed – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The girls and me like the others seated on the curb, some in chairs as the bands marched by Standing ...
Standing When They Passed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The girls and me like the others seated on the curb, some in chairs as the bands marched by Standing ...
Our Beach (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The windward island, southern end, easterly beach early in the morning, before the hotel stirred pool chairs turned to the ...
Passing the Fruit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In full summer mode, already after but a day of it under their belts the girls sat in their lawn ...
Pitch the Tent (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pitch the Tent on the lawn set up the chairs, the signs, the pulpit flagmen at the roadside, cars parked ...
The Stealth Roadie (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Where did he go, when did he spring into action set up the room, survey the scene the need for ...
May Pole (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They made of me a May Pole Last night in the narthex, the entry Of our church, Free of chairs ...
The Falcon (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
Belphegor Addressed To Miss De Chammelay (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
In the Home Stretch (Robert Frost Poem)
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
Two Lovers (George Eliot Poem)
Two lovers by a moss-grown spring: They leaned soft cheeks together there, Mingled the dark and sunny hair, And heard ...
The Man Rock (Russell Edson Poem)
A man is a rock in a garden of chairs and waits for a longtime to be over. It is ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
Essay On The Personal (Stephen Dunn Poem)
Because finally the personal is all that matters, we spend years describing stones, chairs, abandoned farmhouses- until we're ready. Always ...
The Ancient World (Mark Doty Poem)
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
To A Fallen Elm (John Clare Poem)
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
Death In Leamington (John Betjeman Poem)
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window ...
God Give to Men (Arna Bontemps Poem)
God give the yellow man an easy breeze at blossom time. Grant his eager, slanting eyes to cover every land ...
California Plush (Frank Bidart Poem)
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
Coffee & Dolls (April Bernard Poem)
It was a storefront for a small-time numbers runner, pretending to be some sort of grocery. Coffeemakers and Bustello cans ...
Always For The First Time (Andre Breton Poem)
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
68. The Holy Fair (Robert Burns Poems)
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...