A Feather (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Yesterday, today, each time I walked by a tiny bit of down, a feather nestled in the gutter, in the ...
Poems about desk (31 Poems)
A Ten to One Heart Attack (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A long day at least in the office A quick search for the box score a happy revelation the good ...
The Other Side of the Desk (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A different vantage, different view seeing the office from the other side of the desk Familiar, in a way, when ...
The Hum of the Fan (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr ...
When the House is Quiet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When the house is quiet and the girls are asleep sitting at my desk, at the computer studying, researching a ...
Lollipop Lips (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They were Four, Five, Six and Ten, or if you prefer, they were Green, Yellow, Blue, and Red, their mouths ...
A Keyhole to the Past (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A desk became a portal a keyhole to the past hiding a secret uncovering another a family fact unknown to ...
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 ...
Consolidation of Tools in Motion (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Was it 12(g) that governed My studies tonight Use all my tools now, Spread before me, Or lose them later ...
Weathered (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Weathered and worn But oh so proudly The old barn preened in the summer Mid-day sun He had seen her ...
Sunapee Street (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rug covered stairs a landing above me a place for the lead toy soldiers, the ceramic cat, small bottles Playing ...
Snapped (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Among the pens and pencils in my desk drawer a piece of eternity fractured and frozen brings me to that ...
Fruit Flies (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He was a real lady killer a women's man for sure an entomologist in training he had fruit flies growing, ...
Scab Maids On Speed (Maggie Estep Poem)
My first job was when I was about 15. I had met a girl named Hope who became my best ...
The Human Face (Paul Eluard Poem)
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
The Ancient World (Mark Doty Poem)
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
Work (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Let me but do my work from day to day, In field or forest, at the desk or loom, In ...
Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Hexameters (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
The Garden Of Boccaccio (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
The Desk, for Jeremy (Michael Burch Poem)
There is a child I used to know who sat, perhaps, at this same desk where you sit now, and ...
The Worlds in this World (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poem)
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
Slough (John Betjeman Poem)
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a cow. ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Self-Portrait At 28 (David Berman Poem)
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Let It Enfold You (Charles Bukowski Poem)
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
A Day At Union Station (Tiel Aisha Ansari Poem)
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
It Takes a While to Disappear (Ralph Angel Poem)
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...