Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Poems about despite (51 Poems)
Break Of Day (John Donne Poem)
'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise? because ...
Your Voices Joined Is All It Takes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
The light was always you (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
Night’s sentinel (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
Jessie of Gibraltar (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Our lives were founded on this rock, this Jessie of Gibraltar Whose unfailing love endured beyond her ample nursing, And ...
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!" ...
Haircut today (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I am having a haircut today, it is not a complex event requiring excellent foresight, careful planning or indecent logistical ...
Touched my family (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
Every Time I laugh Aloud (An Ode to Short People) (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
Don’t talk to me of War (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
Dead man’s clothes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
Growing up, I propose, is like wearing a dead man's clothes. Death has a way of levelling the ground. I ...
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 ...
A final journeying (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Steve is gone, I hardly can believe the man wont cry again, I cannot credit that his energy wont bloom ...
On the Anthropic Principle (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
The Obesion (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Snowbirds (Peter Conners Poem)
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
Anna Comnena (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
In the prologue to her Alexiad, Anna Comnena laments her widowhood. Her soul is dizzy. "And with rivers of tears," ...
The Convert (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
After one moment when I bowed my head And the whole world turned over and came upright, And I came ...
A Hermit Thrush (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
The Neophyte (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
The Neophyte (Aleister Crowley Poem)
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
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, ...
Other (Robert Creeley Poem)
Having begun in thought there in that factual embodied wonder what was lost in the emptied lovers patience and mind ...
At Wilfred Owen’s Grave (Michael Burch Poems)
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
Ordinary Love (Michael Burch Poem)
Indescribable--our love--and still we say with eyes averted, turning out the light, "I love you," in the ordinary way and ...
The Water Nymphs (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
They hide in the brook when I seek to draw nearer, Laughing amain when I feign to depart; Often I ...
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 ...
Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee (Emily Bronte Poem)
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now ? Since passion may not fire thee Shall nature cease ...