Night Alone (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Bright noisy streets Unattached and watching The jazz, the sass, The Street, Bourbon Late April Thick with tourists Easy marks ...
Poems about colors (51 Poems)
Green Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
People, random strangers Crackle with energy, anticipation Furtive glances to the horizon, Instinctively knowing Darkening sky Deep grays Strong edges ...
Wish upon a sunset (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pastel colors Watercolors Brushed on the sky Nature's palette Fan brush and wash With foreground and background Drawing shadows Before ...
Memories in the Stillness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When we let the moments of stillness bleed into us, they are there forever, to recall, even if ephemerally. It ...
Fireworks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rockets red glare bombs bursting in air oh and the eardrums them too - bursting A night of fire and ...
The Vernal Age (Philip Freneau Poem)
WHERE the pheasant roosts at night, Lonely, drowsy, out of sight, Where the evening breezes sigh Solitary, there stray I. ...
Thoreau in Italy (Robert Francis Poem)
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
Morning Rain (Tu Fu Poem)
A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light. I hear it among treetop leaves before mist Arrives. Soon it sprinkles ...
Overnight at the Riverside Tower (Tu Fu Poem)
Evening colors linger on mountain paths. Out beyond this study perched over River Gate, At the cliff's edge, frail clouds ...
The Last Mowing (Robert Frost Poem)
There's a place called Far-away Meadow We never shall mow in again, Or such is the talk at the farmhouse: ...
Françoise And The Fruit Farmer (James A. Emanuel Poem)
In town to sell his fruit, he saw her- Françoise in her summer slacks- turning to him, coming back to ...
Musketaquid (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
February: The Boy Breughel (Norman Dubie Poem)
The birches stand in their beggar's row: Each poor tree Has had its wrists nearly Torn from the clear sleeves ...
Loud Music (Stephen Dobyns Poem)
My stepdaughter and I circle round and round. You see, I like the music loud, the speakers throbbing, jam-packing the ...
Long Long Ago (Robert Desnos Poem)
Long long ago I went through the castle of leaves Yellowing slowly in the moss And far away barnacles clung ...
Sonnet XIII: Letters and Lines (Michael Drayton Poem)
To the Shadow Letters and lines we see are soon defac'd, Metals do waste and fret with canker's rust, The ...
Turtle, Swan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
The Heavenly Hills of Holland (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
The heavenly hills of Holland,-- How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue ...
The Legacy (John Donne Poem)
When I died last, and, Dear, I die As often as from thee I go, Though it be but an ...
Your Riches — taught me — Poverty. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Your Riches -- taught me -- Poverty. Myself -- a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could boast Till broad ...
I could bring You Jewels — had I a mind to — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I could bring You Jewels -- had I a mind to -- But You have enough -- of those -- ...
Who never lost, are unprepared (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind! Who never climbed the ...
My Cocoon tightens — Colors tease — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
My Cocoon tightens -- Colors tease -- I'm feeling for the Air -- A dim capacity for Wings Demeans the ...
All but Death, can be Adjusted — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
All but Death, can be Adjusted -- Dynasties repaired -- Systems -- settled in their Sockets -- Citadels -- dissolved ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The Shroud of Color (Countee Cullen Poem)
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
The City Is A Garment (Michael Burch Poem)
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,- the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed ...
Journey West (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
I said goodbye to Beale Street one year, eyes hurting from the painful contrast of stark white on black - ...
Variations on an Elizabethan Theme (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Long days, short nights, this Southern summer Fixes the mind within its timeless place. Athwart pale limbs the brazen hummer ...
October (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
The forest holds high carnival to-day, And every hill-side glows with gold and fire; Ivy and sumac dress in colors ...