The Speed of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The slow calving of a glacier, the sudden eruption of a once dormant volcano The birth of a rainbow at ...
Poems about crawl (39 Poems)
Hugo’s “pool in the forest” (Eugene Field Poems)
How calm, how beauteous and how cool-- How like a sister to the skies, Appears the broad, transparent pool That ...
St. Julian’s Prayer (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
Statuary (Nick Flynn Poem)
Bees may be trusted, always, to discover the best, nay, the only human, solution. Let me cite an instance; an ...
A Cliff Dwelling (Robert Frost Poem)
There sandy seems the golden sky And golden seems the sandy plain. No habitation meets the eye Unless in the ...
Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight (Robert Frost Poem)
When I spread out my hand here today, I catch no more than a ray To feel of between thumb ...
At Ithaca (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on ...
Cities (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Can we believe -- by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in ...
These Fevered Days — to take them to the Forest (Emily Dickinson Poem)
These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest Where Waters cool around the mosses crawl -- And shade ...
The Frost of Death was on the Pane — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Frost of Death was on the Pane -- "Secure your Flower" said he. Like Sailors fighting with a Leak ...
The spry Arms of the Wind (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone ...
I like to see it lap the Miles — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I like to see it lap the Miles -- And lick the Valleys up -- And stop to feed itself ...
It was not Death, for I stood up, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down -- It was not Night, for ...
The Towers of Time (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
I’m Your Man (Leonard Cohen Poems)
If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of love ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Vienna, December 1999 (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
Dawlish (John Betjeman Poem)
Bird-watching colonels on the old sea wall, Down here at Dawlish where the slow trains crawl: Low tide lifting, on ...
Hamlet Off-Stage: Hambeau Heartbroke Horny (D. C. Berry Poem)
Ophelia claims we're dead and gives me back all my Frank Zappa and the Mothers albums. I nearly claw out ...
He Said To (Marvin Bell Poem)
crawl toward the machine guns except to freeze for explosions and flares. It was still ninety degrees at night in ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Ghosts of a Lunatic Asylum (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Dream Song 118: He wondered: Do I love? all this applause (John Berryman Poem)
He wondered: Do I love? all this applause, young beauties sitting at my feet & all, and all. It tires ...
Dream Song 25: Henry, edged, decidedly, made up stories (John Berryman Poem)
Henry, edged, decidedly, made up stories lighting the past of Henry, of his glorious present, and his hoaries, all the ...
Dream Song 49: Blind (John Berryman Poem)
Old Pussy-cat if he won't eat, he don't feel good into his tum', old Pussy-cat. He wants to have eaten. ...
Song For The Rainy Season (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...