The Fruit Shop (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Poems about citizens (31 Poems)
Eureka (Henry Lawson Poem)
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
Philadelphia (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"Brother Square-Toes"--Rewards and Fairies. If you're off to Philadelphia in the morning, You mustn't take my stories for a guide. ...
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 ...
Morning News (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
Weathers (Thomas Hardy Poem)
This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; ...
BURIAL. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
To the grave one day from a house they bore A maiden; To the window the citizens went to explore; ...
War Profit Litany (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
To Ezra Pound These are the names of the companies that have made money from this war nineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomini fourthousand ...
Our Fellow Citizens (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Those not speaking their advocates only speaking for them our fellow citizens looking to us counting on us to hear ...
Sink Down Roots (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The diaspora of the world temporary citizens our future in heaven for eternal birth For these days while we walk ...
All of Our Authority (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All of our authority no matter our might lost if we torture that which is not right We must believe ...
The First Citizens (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
From the temple mount writing of the first citizens claimed by Christ the outcasts, the unclean, those in prison the ...
Advantages like Me (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Before the chancel, the pulpit, in the front of the nave, preaching a message of love of the freedom to ...
A Branch Falls in the Wintry Wood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A branch, a twig, leafless falls in the wintry wood falling onto the snow, leaving an impression a mark of ...
Living in the Foreign Land (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
More than making the most the best of a bad situation No this was more than that This was a ...
Into the Potter’s House (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Walking into the house of the skilled potter, the maker of vessels for the stuff of life for water and ...
The Devil in Us All (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Pastor was right about the error, the missed point of the scripture in the speech of the firebrand, the ...
Ant Tracks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
under a rock a cityscape hidden from view roads, side streets, and big highways between the entrances to their homes ...
The Monks Of Catalonia (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
Joconde (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
The power of the Lake (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The power of the Lake lingers still so many years beyond its fascination ending; it was there in the beginning, ...
Poseidonians (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
The Poseidonians forgot the Greek language after so many centuries of mingling with Tyrrhenians, Latins, and other foreigners. The only ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
133. The Brigs of Ayr (Robert Burns Poems)
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
Justice Arnett (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
It is true, fellow citizens, That my old docket lying there for years On a shelf above my head and ...
John Hancock Otis (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
As to democracy, fellow citizens, Are you not prepared to admit That I, who inherited riches and was to the ...
A Little History (David Lehman Poems)
Some people find out they are Jews. They can't believe it. Thy had always hated Jews. As children they had ...
I Sing The Body Electric (Philip Levine Poems)
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it's Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after ...
Yankee Doodle (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
This poem is intended as a description of a sort of Blashfield mural painting on the sky. To be sung ...
The Wizard in the Street (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Who now will praise the Wizard in the street With loyal songs, with humors grave and ...