Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Poems about crumbs (31 Poems)
A COUNTRY LIFE:TO HIS BROTHER, MR THOMAS HERRICK (Robert Herrick Poem)
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
thirteeners (Rg Gregory Poem)
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
WEDDING SONG. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
An Immoral Choice – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Making them our sacrifice cutting their services defunding the programs that help those in need An immoral choice pitting our ...
Wasteful (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wasteful with his gifts the riches of this life gorging on his excess crumbs falling to the ground The beggar ...
Right under his nose (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Eating the crumbs of his excess the beggar at the table named and right under his nose a fellow child ...
Sharing What We Have (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Always enough making a difference sharing what we have the seeds of our faith More than sufficient even the crumbs ...
Around the puddle (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The drying puddle of soda almost invisible to the eye like the oasis in the desert the ancient watering hole ...
The ants in our kitchen (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The ants in our kitchen walking round and round wondering what to do, what would E.O. Wilson think? Sugar ants ...
A Cup of Living Water (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Crumbs of our faith enough even a cup of living water a sip, a taste of God's goodness sabbath rest, ...
Even crumbs are enough (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
partake in the meal food for the soul even crumbs enough a miracle to behold hearing the spirit a turning ...
The Crumbs of Our Faith (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
even the crumbs the crumbs of our faith power to heal to change lives the little bit we can comprehend ...
Jumping (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not begging for crumbs no longer an outcast shouting, leaping, jumping for joy healed, physically, spiritually in the name of ...
Her Teaching (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In her rejoinder, her insistence teaching for the master on the scope of his mission his ministry of love to ...
We are the Dogs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are the dogs, the unclean, the animals, the outsiders Not the children, the chosen ones for whom he came. ...
The Crumbs are Enough (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
the food so rich, its taste sweet beyond measure, beyond comparing even the crumbs are enough ample, sufficient to fill ...
Putting in the Seed (Robert Frost Poem)
You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can ...
Victory comes late — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Victory comes late -- And is held low to freezing lips -- Too rapt with frost To take it -- ...
Fame is a fickle food (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is ...
Jack’s Legacy (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
The critic gushed and said, "Just like Jack, so raw, I never thought to see another writer just like Kerouac!" ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Man Listening To Disc (Billy Collins Poem)
This is not bad -- ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft ...
Charles Augustus Fortescue (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
The nicest child I ever knew Was Charles Augustus Fortescue. He never lost his cap, or tore His stockings or ...
An Epistle Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Kar (Robert Browning Poem)
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
A Grammarian’s Funeral (Robert Browning Poems)
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
Bored (Margaret Atwood Poem)
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
The Little Boy Lost (William Blake Poems)
Nought loves another as itself Nor venerates another so. Nor is it possible to Thought A greater than itself to ...