The Links O’ Forth : Or, A Parting Peep At The Carse O’ Sterling (Hector MacNeill Poems)
Ah! winding Forth! --- smooth wandering tide!O' Strevlin's peerless plain the pride;How pleas'd alang thy verdant side, Whar floweries spring,The muse ...
Poems about drool (18 Poems)
The Hoosier Folk-Child (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The Hoosier Folk-Child--all unsung-- Unlettered all of mind and tongue; Unmastered, unmolested--made Most wholly frank and unafraid: Untaught of any school--unvexed Of law or creed--all ...
Go Greyhound (Bob Hicok Poems)
A few hours after Des Moinesthe toilet overflowed.This wasn't the adventure it sounds.I sat with a man whose tattoosweighed more ...
Her My Body (Bob Hicok Poems)
about the left nippleof the woman in the bathroom.She is drying her hair, the womanwhose left nipple is sore.We looked ...
Hurry Up Please It’s Time (Anne Sexton Poems)
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Standardisation (A D Hope Poems)
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
Clothes (Anne Sexton Poems)
Put on a clean shirtbefore you die, some Russian said.Nothing with drool, please,no egg spots, no blood,no sweat, no sperm.You ...
Radiolatry (Arthur Guiterman Poems)
The worst of all idolatorsAre zealous radiolatersWho wreck the peace of erstwhile happy homesWith drool of variometers,Detectors, galvanometers,Antennae, switches, batteries ...
Standardization (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
The Czar’s Last Christmas Letter: A Barn in the Urals (Norman Dubie Poems)
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
Dream Song 30: Collating bones: I would have liked to do (John Berryman Poem)
Collating bones: I would have liked to do. Henry would have been hot at that. I missed his profession. As ...
Hurry Up Please It’s Time (Anne Sexton Poems)
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Clothes (Anne Sexton Poems)
Put on a clean shirt before you die, some Russian said. Nothing with drool, please, no egg spots, no blood, ...
The Hearth-Stone (Robert William Service Poems)
The leaves are sick and jaundiced, they Drift down the air; December's sky is sodden grey, Dark with despair; A ...
My Guardian Angel (Robert William Service Poems)
When looking back I dimly see The trails my feet have trod, Some hand divine, it seems to me, Has ...
Robert William Service – Laughter (Robert William Service Poems)
I Laugh at Life: its antics make for me a giddy games, Where only foolish fellows take themselves with solemn ...
The Bombay Train Song (John Matthew Poems)
He hangs on dangling handholds As the train sways and careens Endless nondescript buildings unfold Their secrets as the tired ...
Animals Are Passing From Our Lives (Philip Levine Poems)
It's wonderful how I jog on four honed-down ivory toes my massive buttocks slipping like oiled parts with each light ...