In the Circle (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We gathered again in the circle, our place to join in Your word to still the chatter, stop our other ...
Poems about drawing (40 Poems)
Bejeweled (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Encrusted with jewels, diamonds, pearls, clear rubies, bedazzled with sequins, pearls of ever size and shape anointed and adorned the ...
Urban Ornaments (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sneakers on wires, trash in trees urban ornaments overhead drawing eyes upward away from the litter, the flotsam and jetsam ...
Chiclet Teeth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A Cheshire cat with chiclet teeth rectangular rows smiling grin all teeth, just as she is, each night after brushing ...
Ssh, Pastor Peter is Praying (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her four-year old body figgeted, struggled to sit still in the pew to quiet her spirit where the sermon was ...
Beach Sand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there the sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
Books (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Paper, ink and thought Fiction and reality Passion and purpose Poetry and prose Map and drawing Monographs and periodicals Card ...
Wish upon a sunset (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pastel colors Watercolors Brushed on the sky Nature's palette Fan brush and wash With foreground and background Drawing shadows Before ...
A New Shepherd (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We heard a new shepherd in the quiet of the congregation listening, hanging on each new word our attention held ...
The Mandrake (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
Mother Earth (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the ...
Elegy IV: The Perfume (John Donne Poem)
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
A Ballad Of Suicide (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The gallows in my garden, people say, Is new and neat and adequately tall; I tie the noose on in ...
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 ...
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!- ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO II ( Hys Fyve Rules ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"MY First - but don't suppose," he said, "I'm setting you a riddle - Is - if your Victim be ...
Fall (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
Understand the language of fall, approaching: Cold mornings drawing your bundled warmth; sailing-leaf afternoons, the enchantment of melancholy, departure etched ...
Britannia’s Pastorals (William Browne Poems)
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
Herbert White (Frank Bidart Poem)
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
The Voice (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, ...
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 ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Dream Song 11: His mother goes. The mother comes & goes. (John Berryman Poem)
His mother goes. The mother comes & goes. Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & then that dragoner's mother ...
Turns And Movies: The Cornet (Conrad Aiken Poem)
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...