My Rival (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I go to concert, party, ball -- What profit is in these? I sit alone against the wall And strive ...
Poems about concert (27 Poems)
Fragment of a Greek Tragedy (A. E. Housman Poem)
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To ...
Wonderfully Alive (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The cats pressed whiskers alert the leaves outside the window wonderfully alive moving in concert as if stitched together the ...
Starting a New Thing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Needing to begin again as we are losing a generation shutting the door to them without our conscious thinking unable ...
An Invitation to Dafnis (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine, Warm without Sun, and shady without rain, Fann'd by an air, that ...
The Marionettes Of Distant Masters (Russell Edson Poem)
A pianist dreams that he's hired by a wrecking company to ruin a piano with his fingers . . . ...
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 ...
Portrait of a Lady (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
Mountains of Delight (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The problem was the manner of choice (or whether there was a choice for that matter) as you had taken ...
Lake Otamangakau (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
Ekka (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
Take This Waltz (Leonard Cohen Poem)
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
Hiawathas’ photographing ( Part V ) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
Last, the youngest son was taken: Very rough and thick his hair was, Very round and red his face was, ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (complete) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Candle Hat (Billy Collins Poem)
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Mary (Edgar Bowers Poem)
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
Alexander And Zenobia (Anne Bronte Poem)
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
Pleasure (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
Self-Portrait At 28 (David Berman Poem)
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
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 ...
True Story (Charles Bukowski Poems)
they found him walking along the freeway all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut ...
Poetry And Religion (Les Murray Poems)
Religions are poems. They concert our daylight and dreaming mind, our emotions, instinct, breath and native gesture into the only ...
Little Pierre’s Song (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
In a humble room in London sat a pretty little boy, By the bedside of his sick mother her only ...
A June-Tide Echo (Amy Levy Poems)
(After a Richter Concert.) In the long, sad time, when the sky was grey, And the keen blast blew through ...