When Tulips Bloom (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
Poems about dusty (51 Poems)
Peace (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
The World — feels Dusty (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The World -- feels Dusty When We stop to Die -- We want the Dew -- then -- Honors -- ...
Smiling back from Coronation (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury -- On the Heads that started with us -- Being's Peasantry -- Recognizing ...
Heart, not so heavy as mine (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home -- As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune -- ...
A poor — torn heart — a tattered heart (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart -- That sat it down to rest -- Nor noticed that ...
Remember with affection (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
They'll always tell a story those obscure mementos stacked on dusty shelves, demure and silent like the other gaudy tributes ...
Clouded dreams (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
At dawn I dreamed of wispy clouds, I had the time to wield and watched the regimented lines of cirrus ...
After the rain (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
A monument in words (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
And so I had a glaring revelation, I couldn't find the poet in the man although I read his life ...
A Song before Sailing (Bliss Carman Poem)
Wind of the dead men's feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news ...
Lepanto (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
At Melville’s Tomb (Hart Crane Poems)
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge The dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath An embassy. Their ...
The Priestess of Panormita (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
The Priestess of Panormita (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Age (Robert Creeley Poem)
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
Hiawathas’ photographing ( Part V ) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
Last, the youngest son was taken: Very rough and thick his hair was, Very round and red his face was, ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (complete) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
How to Leave the World that Worships should (Ros Barber Poem)
Let faxes butter-curl on dusty shelves. Let junkmail build its castles in the hush of other people's halls. Let deadlines ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The Stranger (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
I threw my arms about those shoulders… (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly ...
Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
Sonnet (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
Unfortunate (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind; Saying, "She is most ...
Rupert Brooke – Sonnet (Suggested By Some Of The Proceedings Of The Society For Psychical Research ) (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
Failure (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Because God put His adamantine fate Between my sullen heart and its desire, I swore that I would burst the ...
Women (Louise Bogan Poem)
Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...