Ignoring Precedent (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My blood boiled, my eyes rolled at the position they took the wall they created to entry, to rights Claiming ...
Poems about created (47 Poems)
A Grand Design (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out of nothing, the architect created a wonderful creation, with order, precision, with love and care. We are surrounded, affirmed ...
In His Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In His hands we are created in His hands we are molded in His hands we are sculpted in His ...
Adam and Christ (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sin and redemption breach and healing two ends of the same continuum from the start to the new beginning the ...
King (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
King of creation In his imagination created Never to be upstaged God almighty January 29, 2007 22:32 February 2, 2007 ...
A Season of Hope (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are waiting, expectantly for the coming of the angels, His parents, the shepherds, the animals, the Star, the Babe, ...
He Giveth and Taketh Away (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The breath of life is the breath He sends infuses dust, flesh of all, and He alone takes that breath ...
Jessie (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
Sand Castles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Molded and shaped Specks of the rocks they once were Packed and organized in the buckets Like the seconds of ...
The Husband-Confessor (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHEN Francis (named the first) o'er Frenchmen reign'd, In Italy young Arthur laurels gained, And oft such daring valour showed ...
The Devil In Hell (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
The Black Cottage (Robert Frost Poem)
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
The Old Gumbie Cat (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger ...
Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow (Robert Duncan Poem)
as if it were a scene made-up by the mind, that is not mine, but is a made place, that ...
Sadness and Joy (William Henry Davies Poem)
I pray you, Sadness, leave me soon, In sweet invention thou art poor! Thy sister, Joy can make ten songs ...
Cities (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Can we believe -- by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in ...
Holy Sonnet XII: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On? (John Donne Poem)
Why are we by all creatures waited on? Why do the prodigal elements supply Life and food to me, being ...
To pile like Thunder to its close (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To pile like Thunder to its close Then crumble grand away While Everything created hid This -- would be Poetry ...
This Bauble was preferred of Bees — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
This Bauble was preferred of Bees -- By Butterflies admired At Heavenly -- Hopeless Distances -- Was justified of Bird ...
Lain in Nature — so suffice us (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Lain in Nature -- so suffice us The enchantless Pod When we advertise existence For the missing Seed -- Maddest ...
They Should Have Provided (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
I have almost been reduced to a homeless pauper. This fatal city, Antioch, has consumed all my money; this fatal ...
In The Same Space (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
The surroundings of home, centers, neighorhood which I see and where I walk; for years and years. I have created ...
Hidden (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
From all I've done and all I've said let them not seek to find who I've been. An obstacle stood ...
Hidden Things (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
Let them not seek to discover who I was from all that I have done and said. An obstacle was ...
The Resignation (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys, To thee, my only rock, I fly, ...
A Birthday (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
A Birthday (Aleister Crowley Poem)
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
To Nature (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
It may indeed be fantasy when I Essay to draw from all created things Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely ...
A man said to the universe: (Stephen Crane Poem)
A man said to the universe: "Sir I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me ...
California Plush (Frank Bidart Poem)
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...