The Flat-Hunter’s Way (Franklin Pierce Adams Poems)
We don't get any too much light; It's pretty noisy, too, at that;The folks next door stay up all night; ...
Poems about combing (21 Poems)
A Good Day (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Father, one summer I was seven,on a Sunday, the usual dayfor miracles,you held me and my brotherall afternoonslapping the river.Told ...
Midsummer (Alexander Lawrence Posey Poems)
I SEE the millet combing gold From summer sun, In hussar caps, all day; &nbs; And brown quails run ...
An Embroidery (Denise Levertov Poem)
Rose Red's hair is brown as fur and shines in firelight as she prepares supper of honey and apples, curds ...
Endymion: Book I (John Keats Poem)
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Silently She’s Combing (James Joyce Poems)
Silently she's combing, Combing her long hair Silently and graciously, With many a pretty air. The sun is in the ...
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (T. S. Eliot Poem)
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 04: Up high black walls, up sombre terraces (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
The Retreat (Charles Bukowski Poems)
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with ...
We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain (Charles Bukowski Poems)
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
Sing of the Banner at Day-Break. (Walt Whitman Poems)
POET. O A NEW song, a free song, Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer, By the wind's ...
The Mermaid (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
I Who would be A mermaid fair, Singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea, In a golden curl With ...
The Princess (part 4) (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Oh (Anne Sexton Poems)
It is snowing and death bugs me as stubborn as insomnia. The fierce bubbles of chalk, the little white lesions ...
Of Modern Poetry (Wallace Stevens Poems)
The poem of the mind in the act of finding What will suffice. It has not always had To find: ...
My Mother’s Body (Marge Piercy Poems)
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
The Maori Pig Market (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold The billows are ceaselessly combing, Away in a village all tranquil and ...
The Execution of James Graham, Marquis of Montrose (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas in the year of 1650, and on the twenty-first of May, The city of Edinburgh was put into a ...
Love in the Valley (George Meredith Poems)
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
When the Fishing Boats Go Out (Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems)
When the lucent skies of morning flush with dawning rose once more, And waves of golden glory break adown the ...
Where edges are (Chris Mansell Poems)
She is effulgent in the dark halls of town. She is listening but they are hearing. Her skin is blistering ...