The Beach (Weldon Kees Poem)
Squat, unshaven, full of gas, Joseph Samuels, former clerk in four large cities, out of work, waits in the darkened ...
Poems about dock (31 Poems)
Soldier an’ Sailor Too (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the Crocodile, I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up ...
The King (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips ...
Farewell and adieu… (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1914-18 Farewell and adieu to you, Harwich Ladies, Farewell and adieu to you, ladies ashore! For we've received orders to ...
The Broken Men (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
For things we never mention, For Art misunderstood -- For excellent intention That did not turn to good; From ancient ...
The Evening Of The Mind (Donald Justice Poem)
Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood; Here is the shadow moving ...
A PASTORAL SUNG TO THE KING (Robert Herrick Poem)
MONTANO, SILVIO, AND MIRTILLO, SHEPHERDS MON. Bad are the times. SIL. And worse than they are we. MON. Troth, bad ...
Tess’s Lament (Thomas Hardy Poems)
I I would that folk forgot me quite, Forgot me quite! I would that I could shrink from sight, And ...
Prayer (Jorie Graham Poem)
Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl themselves, each a minuscule muscle, but also, without the way ...
Sunflower Sutra (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Saddened by Death (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Even the death of evil taken by his choosing refusing to submit to stand in the dock of justice Saddened ...
Finally, Action (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Too slow coming by finally, action the world speaking standing together with the people yearning to breathe free Against the ...
In the Dock of History (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Those who would be leaders guiding the nations will be called to account in the dock of history The ledgers ...
In the Dead of Night (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the dead of night the wee small hours people fast asleep the leaders trying the Lord to remain in ...
When we are most certain we are right (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What level of destruction, cruelty we are able to perpetrate when we find ourselves righteous standing in judgment of others ...
Truth spoken to power (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the dock that night a singular defendant God of the people being accused of blasphemy not in the pillar ...
Seeing God (2) (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God, the prisoner standing in the dock accused, before the righteous quietly hearing their abuse The lies, false accusations in ...
Standing Before the Righteous (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Standing before them God in the dock the defendant unbowed standing before the righteous In the darkness, in secret lies ...
A Working Pier (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a dock, a working pier out into the estuary the pull of the tides, swaying seaweed barnacles, algae, the smell ...
Marthy’s younkit (Eugene Field Poems)
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
Gunner Joe (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi' Nelson at Battle 'Trafalgar, Joe ...
Growltiger’s Last Stand (T. S. Eliot Poems)
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
Democracy (Leonard Cohen Poem)
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that ...
Nocturne of the Wharves (Arna Bontemps Poem)
All night they whine upon their ropes and boom against the dock with helpless prows: these little ships that are ...
The House That Was (Laurence Binyon Poem)
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
Going Back to School (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
The Bight (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
Welcome Home (Spike Milligan Poems)
Unaware of my crime they stood me in the dock. I was sentenced to life.... without her. Strange trial. No ...