Past Carin’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
Now up and down the siding brown The great black crows are flyin', And down below the spur, I know, ...
Poems about crops (31 Poems)
On a Line From Valery (Gulf War) (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
Tout le ciel vert se meurt Le dernier arbre brûle. The whole green sky is dying. The last tree flares ...
On a Line from Valéry (The Gulf War) (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
The whole green sky is dying.The last tree flares With a great burst of supernatural rose Under a canopy of ...
A Pastoral Dialogue (Melibæus, Alcippe, Asteria, Licida, Alcimedon, and Amira. ) (Anne Killigrew Poem)
Melibæus. WElcome fair Nymphs, most welcome to this shade, Distemp'ring Heats do now the Plains invade: But you may sit, ...
Road-Song of the Bandar-Log (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(From The Jungle Book) Here we go in a flung festoon, Half-way up to the jealous moon! Don't you envy ...
The Last Department (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Twelve hundred million men are spread About this Earth, and I and You Wonder, when You and I are dead, ...
Giffen’s Debt (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
Imprimis he was "broke." Thereafter left His Regiment and, later, took to drink; Then, having lost the balance of his ...
The Floods (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The rain it rains without a stay In the hills above us, in the hills; And presently the floods break ...
Wait for Your Coming in Patience (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Unlike the ways of the world trusting in Your goodness in Your fulfillment of Your promise waiting for your waiting ...
Prepare Our Lives (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We turn to You Lord Your Spirit indwelling to conform our way Prepare our lives, that we would be ready ...
Busy in Our Waiting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We must not be sleeping busy in our waiting for the coming Messiah in life, in victory We should be ...
Patiently Waiting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like the farmer for the crops rising in their season we should be hope patiently waiting God's victory complete the ...
Precious Crops (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In this season expectantly waiting yet needing to be at peace in the season of waiting Precious crops planted sowing ...
For This Season (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For this season living in this place to show God's mercy His love and His grace To serve as we ...
Shrouded with Waters (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The earth at the beginning a true blue planet covered completely with endless seas shrouded with the waters under the ...
In their words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
speaking to them in their words, in stories, experiences they shared lives close to the land, to family to the ...
Life’s Progress (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
How gayly is at first begun Our Life's uncertain Race! Whilst yet that sprightly Morning Sun, With which we just ...
Farm Boy After Summer (Robert Francis Poem)
A seated statue of himself he seems. A bronze slowness becomes him. Patently The page he contemplates he doesn't see. ...
Ballad of the Army Carts (Tu Fu Poem)
The carts squeak and trundle, the horses whinny, the conscripts go by, each with a bow and arrows at his ...
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 ...
A Last Word (Ernest Dowson Poem)
Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we ...
Hudson’s Last Voyage (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
Blame Katrina, or Larry. (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
You may have heard a dumb-ass claim that Katrina, a hurricane, is to blame for current stress upon our fiscal ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Behind, perhaps, let the sea blow. (Carlos Barbarito Poem)
Behind, perhaps, let the sea blow. Let some word blow outside every destination of slime, rust. Perhaps ointments from Avicenna, ...
Belfast Tune (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
Here's a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to ...
Women (Louise Bogan Poem)
Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To ...
Love’s Last Adieu (Lord Byron Poems)
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...