The Paper Windmill (Amy Lowell Poem)
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Poems about coloured (31 Poems)
The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
1777 (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Fragment (Amy Lowell Poem)
What is poetry? Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Rather glass that's ...
A Fairy Tale (Amy Lowell Poem)
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...
Friday Night At The Royal Station Hotel (Philip Larkin Poem)
Light spreads darkly downwards from the high Clusters of lights over empty chairs That face each other, coloured differently. Through ...
Love Songs In Age (Philip Larkin Poem)
She kept her songs, they kept so little space, The covers pleased her: One bleached from lying in a sunny ...
The Mother Poem (two) (Jackie Kay Poem)
I always wanted to give birth Do that incredible natural thing That women do-I nearly broke down When I heard ...
Peace (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
And sometimes I am sorry when the grass Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows And the cocksfoot leans ...
Brass Kaleidoscope (Dale Harcombe Poem)
My daughter raises the smooth brass kaleidoscope and watches as coloured glass slivers conspire together. New worlds create themselves before ...
The Welsh Marches (A. E. Housman Poem)
High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam Islanded in Severn stream; The bridges from the steepled crest Cross the water east ...
Bredon Hill (A. E. Housman Poem)
In summertime on Bredon The bells they sound so clear; Round both the shires they ring them In steeples far ...
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Epithalamion (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of ...
Testimony (Seamus Heaney Poem)
'We were killing pigs when the Yanks arrived. A Tuesday morning, sunlight and gutter-blood Outside the slaughter house. >From the ...
from the Ansty Experience (Rg Gregory Poem)
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
The Caterpillar (Robert Graves Poem)
Under this loop of honeysuckle, A creeping, coloured caterpillar, I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray, I nibble it leaf ...
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 ...
Silvered In The Dying Light (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
I cannot let the moment pass (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I cannot let the moment pass without a weary greeting, or retard the recent past where shadows still are fleeting, ...
After the rain (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO IV ( Hys Nouryture ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
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 ...
Insects (John Clare Poem)
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
The Night Journey (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc ...
The Dream (Lord Byron Poem)
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Dream Song 60: Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent (John Berryman Poem)
Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent, distinguish' friend, of coloured wif de whites in de School, in de ...
Popularity (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...