Freedom (Helen Hunt Jackson Poem)
What freeman knoweth freedom? Never he Whose father's father through long lives have reigned O'er kingdoms which mere heritage attained. ...
Poems about drained (31 Poems)
More Light! More Light! (Anthony Hecht Poem)
For Heinrich Blucher and Hannah Arendt Composed in the Tower before his execution These moving verses, and being brought at ...
The Peasant’s Confession (Thomas Hardy Poems)
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
adventure (Rg Gregory Poem)
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
sacked (Rg Gregory Poem)
fog owns the town in its palm lawyers nibble each other's fingers the churches take their cut at the fat ...
the shakes (Rg Gregory Poem)
now pay attention (said the teacher) and look up here the children looked up this is william shakespeare four centuries ...
The Life of Love XVI (Khalil Gibran Poem)
Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from ...
Peace XVIII (Khalil Gibran Poem)
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
The Christ of Power (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Christ, of God from the beginning before the earth began living as the Word Descending from heaven drained of ...
Continually Filled (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Replenished, renewed continually filled by the Spirit that we would be full our cup overflowing our lives full pouring out ...
Refilling Our Vessels (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our lives, our bodies like the glove on his hand when we are poured out following our master becoming the ...
As I am poured out I am filled (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Becoming a servant your vessel mad empty turning from the world emptying myself made ready for the outpouring of your ...
Bits of Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The swan boats motionless the pond turning to a mud flat the flowers, tulips shimmering in yellows, oranges, and reds ...
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, ...
Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
Out of ideas. (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
If I don't write something good tonight I will sleep without the comforting Canopus of deep believers, if I sleep ...
Moocooboola Dam (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
For more than a billion years we've been nearly out of water; sincerely, a need repeatedly exposed in calamitous reports ...
In soothing, sweetened words (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesn't matter anyway. I always had an inkling that ...
Dead thoughts of corpses (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
The Deluge (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Though giant rains put out the sun, Here stand I for a sign. Though earth be filled with waters dark, ...
Prologue (Lewis Carroll Poem)
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
All In The Golden Afternoon (Lewis Carroll Poem)
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
On Turning Ten (Billy Collins Poem)
The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache ...
Guilty Of Dust (Frank Bidart Poem)
up or down from the infinite C E N T E R B R I M M I N G ...
A Word To The ‘Elect’ (Anne Bronte Poems)
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure; You may be grateful for the gift divine -- That grace unsought, which ...
A Word To The Calvinists (Anne Bronte Poem)
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure, You may be grateful for the gift divine, That grace unsought which made ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
The Quality of Courage (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
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 ...