First Contact (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh how well I remember the butterflies, the excitement driving to your house, to spend some time with you get ...
Poems about driving (49 Poems)
A Formal Tie (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sugar cookies, candy canes, Christmas trees, snow men, stars, ginger bread men, spirals, bells, all cartoon confections festooned my newest ...
Our Story (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I told our story again, yesterday driving down the highway, with strangers sharing our story, of love, of courtship of ...
A Gush of Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Metaphors, images, concepts, pictures thoughts welled up spilled over washed over me from her words his words From the pulpit, ...
Into the River (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Another driving image as we went down the highway a familiar bit of water a space where a tributary meets ...
Tilling in the Field (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A motorized voyeur Driving down the road By the farm At the cusp of autumn A figure toiling in the ...
Fuzzy Swears (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Some have heard of "fuzzy logic", that "powerful problem-solving methodology (blah, blah, blah) ." (no, not just what Shanequa or ...
Bad Boy Google (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Bully of the playground Terror of the tank To them it is no fun at all to him it is ...
In Praise of Taciturn Yankees (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Quiet, stoic granite men Long in the land and happy for the stillness, The solitude of the ancient hayfield, the ...
A Beat in Concord (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
Pink Slides (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I saw her for a split second driving down Canal toward home off to the left almost over my shoulder ...
The Equipage (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Since the Road of Life's so ill; I, to pass it, use this Skill, My frail Carriage driving home To ...
George and the Dragon (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell you the tale of an old country pub As fancied itself up to date, It had the word ...
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 ...
Dove in the Arch (Robert Desnos Poem)
Cursed! be the father of the bride of the blacksmith who forged the iron for the axe with which the ...
The Snow that never drifts — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Snow that never drifts -- The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving ...
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 ...
A Silence (Amy Clampitt Poem)
past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond the woven ...
The Titanic (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Forth flashed the serpent streak of steel, Consummate crown of man's device; Down crashed upon an immobile And brainless barrier ...
The Titanic (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Forth flashed the serpent streak of steel, Consummate crown of man's device; Down crashed upon an immobile And brainless barrier ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Dejection: An Ode (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO III ( Scarmoges ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO IV ( Hys Nouryture ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
Directions (Billy Collins Poem)
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
The Charge of the Second Iowa Cavalry (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
A little while, a little while (Emily Bronte Poem)
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
To M. S. G. (Lord Byron Poem)
Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! ...