Cadence (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Speaking the words out loud in the hall lips, mustache brushing the skin of the microphone Lips curl in the ...
Poems about curl (39 Poems)
A Purple Trumpet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A hushed purple trumpet hangs heavy on its vine, held by the connections, the hooks the nature of itself, wet ...
Sausage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Forget the frank, Give me the Fenway sausage. Lansdowne or Yawkey, Just give me the street, the crowds, the carts. ...
Nature Walk (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out back, behind the yard in the brush and scrub at the edge a world unfolds for those willing to ...
A Taste of Yellow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Forsythia blooms plucked from the bush a sudden jolt back to when I was six walking to kindergarten petals curl ...
The Impossible Thing (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart, So great a charm was prompted to impart; To one in love, ...
From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
The Bonfire (Robert Frost Poem)
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
Pea Brush (Robert Frost Poem)
I WALKED down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Ai (Denise Duhamel Poem)
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
Sonnet VIII: There’s Nothing Grieves Me (Michael Drayton Poems)
There's nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste, That in my days I may not see thee old, That ...
My Little March Girl (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, There she is passing, the girl of my heart; See where she ...
‘Tis customary as we part (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Tis customary as we part A trinket -- to confer -- It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be ...
In Ebon Box, when years have flown (Emily Dickinson Poem)
In Ebon Box, when years have flown To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there! To ...
Lepanto (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
The Death of Nicou (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
Verses from the Shepherds’ Hymn (Richard Crashaw Poems)
WE saw Thee in Thy balmy nest, Young dawn of our eternal day; We saw Thine eyes break from the ...
In the Holy Nativity of our Lord (Richard Crashaw Poem)
CHORUS Come we shepherds whose blest sight Hath met love's noon in nature's night; Come lift we up our loftier ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
The Flood (John Clare Poem)
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
Nightclub (Billy Collins Poem)
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
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 ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Dtatue And The Bust, The (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
The Wanderers (Robert Browning Poem)
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave-- ...
The Statue and the Bust (Robert Browning Poem)
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Andrea del Sarto (Robert Browning Poem)
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
In Three Days (Robert Browning Poem)
I. So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, Then two long ...