The Boy (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
It is the boy in me who's looking out the window, while someone across the street mends a pillowcase, clouds ...
Poems about cigarette (31 Poems)
Things I Didn’t Know I Loved (Nazim Hikmet Poems)
it's 1962 March 28th I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train night is falling I never knew I ...
The Tenor Man (Adrian Green Poem)
Pottering around the stage, a hyperactive ancient in his own backyard - independent of the band it seems. Disrhythmic shuffling ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
For Affect Alone (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He took a quick puff as he walked along headphones on, a quick puff not really breathing in for affect ...
A Cigarette Butt (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was the incongruity the foreign color, out of place sand camouflage on the Humvee merging with me, on the ...
Ex Parte (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sitting, far from still In the hall, waiting, Waiting for word From the court Would my emergency relief Be granted ...
Number 8 (Lawrence Ferlinghetti Poem)
It was a face which darkness could kill in an instant a face as easily hurt by laughter or light ...
The Bonfire (Robert Frost Poem)
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
Five Haiku (Paul Eluard Poem)
The wind Undecided Rolls a cigarette of air The mute girl talks: It is art's imperfection. This impenetrable speech. The ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Days of the slow roll (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It was the days of the slow roll, times when we dextrously dressed our hand-rolled cigarettes with a dearth of ...
The Shakespeare Memorial (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Lord Lilac thought it rather rotten That Shakespeare should be quite forgotten, And therefore got on a Committee With several ...
The Best Cigarette (Billy Collins Poem)
There are many that I miss having sent my last one out a car window sparking along the road one ...
Nightclub (Billy Collins Poem)
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
Trebetherick (John Betjeman Poem)
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
Le Verbe ?tre (Andre Breton Poem)
Je connais le d?sespoir dans ses grandes lignes. Le d?sespoir n'a pas d'ailes, il ne se tient pas n?cessairement ? ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Bluebird (Charles Bukowski Poem)
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
I’m In Love (Charles Bukowski Poems)
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
An Almost Made Up Poem (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
Womanhood (Catherine Anderson Poem)
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
In The Secular Night (Margaret Atwood Poem)
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is ...
New Mexico (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and used it along the way. I ...
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 ...
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . (Charles Bukowski Poems)
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
Question And Answer (Charles Bukowski Poems)
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, ...
Consummation Of Grief (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water ...
The Worst And The Best (Charles Bukowski Poems)
in the hospitals and jails it's the worst in madhouses it's the worst in penthouses it's the worst in skid ...