The New Cry (Ben Jonson Poems)
Ere cherries ripe, and strawberries be gone; Unto the cries of London I'll add one; Ripe statesmen, ripe: ...
Poems about cuffs (21 Poems)
The Call 2 (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight fallsWith its swarms of dancing motes across the floor,On the ...
Old Town Types No. 4 – Our Mr. Trim (C J Dennis Poems)
Mr Trim, commercial traveller, is in town again, "Our Mr Trim," you know, debonair and neat;Landed here this morning on ...
The Call (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight falls With its swarms of dancing motes across the floor, ...
His First Long Trousers (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
SAY, young fellow, just a minute,They 're your first long trousers, eh?And your little gray knee breechesAre forever put away.And ...
The Bloke Wot Gits The Girls (C J Dennis Poems)
'E passes by, each day, at ten - A bottle-shouldered yidWot looks as if 'e pushed a pen An' drawes ...
It can’t be (Emily Dickinson Poems)
It can't be "Summer"!That-got through!It's early-yet-for "Spring"!There's that long town of White-to cross-Before the Blackbirds sing!It can't be "Dying"!It's too ...
The Foreigner (Amy Lowell Poem)
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
For’ard’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
It can’t be “Summer”! (Emily Dickinson Poems)
It can't be "Summer"! That -- got through! It's early -- yet -- for "Spring"! There's that long town of ...
Executive (John Betjeman Poem)
I am a young executive. No cuffs than mine are cleaner; I have a Slimline brief-case and I use the ...
The Fiddling Wood (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
The Imperfect Enjoyment (John Wilmot Poems)
Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms; Both equally inspired ...
At Pleasure Bay (Robert Pinsky Poems)
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
The Bee Meeting (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
An Appearance (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The smile of iceboxes annihilates me. Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one! I hear her great ...
Paul McNeely (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Dear Jane! dear winsome Jane! How you stole in the room (where I lay so ill) In your nurse's cap ...
Robert Southey Burke (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I spent my money trying to elect you Mayor A. D. Blood. I lavished my admiration upon you, You were ...
For A Thirteenth Birthday (Lisel Mueller Poems)
You have read War and Peace. Now here is Sister Carrie, not up to Tolstoy; still it will second the ...
The Lion (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu he can get, ...
Popcorn, Glass Balls, and Cranberries (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I. THE LION The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu ...