Wild Flowers (Hermann Ferdinand Freiligrath Poems)
Alone I strode where the broad Rhine flowed, The hedge with roses was covered, And wondrous rare through all the air The scent ...
Poems about cornflowers (15 Poems)
Snow (Viggo Stuckenberg Poems)
It is a long way, a long way away in the land where all the Fairy Tales happen.Out on a ...
Chorus [From Lincoln] (John Drinkwater Poems)
You who have gone gatheringCornflowers and meadowsweet,Heard the hazels glancing downOn September eves,Seen the homeward rooks on wingOver fields of ...
Litany (William Taylor Collins Poems)
You are the bread and the knife,The crystal goblet and the wine...-Jacques CrickillonYou are the bread and the knife,the crystal ...
The Rainbow (Leslie Coulson Poems)
Watch the white dawn gleam,To the thunder of hidden guns.I hear the hot shells screamThrough skies as sweet as a ...
Bluebirds (Helen M Merrill Poems)
O MAGIC music of the Spring,-Across the morning's breezy meadsI hear the south wind in the reeds,I hear the golden ...
Summer’s Tale (Juozas Tysliava Poems)
A wind blows, and way offWitches are laughing.Rabbits in a summer meadowKeep having doubts about the clouds.Peas blossom.The open well ...
The Cornfield And The Factory (Ernest Jones Poems)
OH! what is so blithe as through cornfields to roam, When the lark is in heaven and laughter on ...
The Ballad Of The White Lady (Edith Nesbit Poems)
SIR GEOFFREY met the white lady Upon his marriage morn, Her eyes were blue as cornflowers are, ...
A Crusader’s Tomb (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
1230Unnamed, unknown:--his hands across his breast Set in sepulchral rest,In yon low cave-like niche the warrior lies, --A shrine within ...
Litany (Billy Collins Poem)
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and ...
Tri-Colour (Robert William Service Poems)
Poppies, you try to tell me, glowing there in the wheat; Poppies! Ah no! You mock me: It's blood, I ...
Colors Passing Through Us (Marge Piercy Poems)
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the ...
The Thin People (Sylvia Plath Poems)
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
Poppies In October (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through ...