The Native-Born (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
Poems about drowning (31 Poems)
The Craftsman (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid, He to the overbearing Boanerges Jonson, uttered (if half of it were liquor, ...
A Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme (Ben Jonson Poem)
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgment ...
Inversnaid (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam ...
handyman (Rg Gregory Poem)
the two hands of me make inimical gestures that only long after betray the one tune though they have the ...
El Cafetal (Rafael Guillen Poem)
I came with the rising sun and I've brought nothing but two eyes, all I have, simply two eyes, for ...
LEOPOLD, DUKE OF BRUNSWICK. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
LEOPOLD, DUKE OF BRUNSWICK. THOU wert forcibly seized ...
Song of the Wave XVII (Khalil Gibran Poem)
The strong shore is my beloved And I am his sweetheart. We are at last united by love, and Then ...
Endless Dissonance (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The chaos of noise the cacophony of our days endless dissonance drowning our lives our spirits yearning wanting to find ...
Noise of Our Lives (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Clouding our focus noise of our lives drowning out the prompter God speaking to us We need to still ourselves ...
Buoyed by Your Love (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Standing on water buoyed by your love even when the winds make some standing confidently knowing you can hold me ...
The Source of Life (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dead without him lost in our world drowning in our sin Falling into the waters under the waves dying with ...
Standing on Living Water (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As certain of the strider counting on the surface tension to buoy it up on its feet We are to ...
In the Boat, Drowning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the boat, drowning cries to the Lord but knowing not his nature how they would be restored Fears of ...
Underwater (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The term "underwater" describing so well the start of the world so many of us, looking up at the surface ...
In the cacophony of human lives (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the cacophony of human lives so many stimuli, so much information drowning us, polluted waters, our daily grind dots ...
For a Drowning Person (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A word of challenge rising from the pastor, if our worship was for someone a life preserver for a drowning ...
Choosing Death (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Demons released from his body, chose death, drowning in the sea over returning to the dark abyss, In death a ...
The Channel Swimmer (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
Drowning is not so pitiful (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise Three times, 'tis said, a sinking man Comes up to ...
Lethargy of leaden wings (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I hadn't had the 'flu in ages, avoided all those awful places fraught of gritty eyes and splitting heads, patrons ...
Exmoor (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were: a ...
Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Suzanne (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend ...
Questions From A Worker Who Reads (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
Who built Thebes of the seven gates? In the books you will find the names of kings. Did the kings ...
The Pied Piper Of Hamelin (Robert Browning Poem)
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
127. Stanzas on Naething (Robert Burns Poems)
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
293. The Whistle: A Ballad (Robert Burns Poems)
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
438. Impromptu on Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday (Robert Burns Poems)
OLD Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: "What have I done of all the ...