Growing Edges (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our mission, our trip, our sharing all part of the growing edges of the missionaries, gaining strength, new skills, stretching ...
Poems about edges (43 Poems)
A Mother’s Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
A mother's prayer for her child, for her children for healing, for grace for the pain she carries to be ...
Into the Fog (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pulling out of the lot falling into the fog enveloped by its stillness its wet blanket lost to the noise ...
Marsh Ice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A gray patina, a wash over the day the colors of my vision cold, waiting for December rain rushes, ancient ...
Winter Coming (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The white of the dusting of snow lingers in the shadows, on the fallen leaves, the cooler spots in the ...
The Moon through the Batting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A quilted sky hung over the moon hiding the full face of it, lit by its glow obscured and translucent ...
A Lawyerly Question (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It always seems, wherever I turn we are the bad guys, the ones in the way the ones asking Him ...
Fall Puddles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Crisp hard brown sturdy oak leaves glistened in the small crisp pools after this morning's rain, late fall puddles harvest ...
Chapters (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Moments, months, years Shards of my life Frozen in amber Untidy segments Frayed edges, dead ends Lost years A blank ...
Gray to Green (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
People, random strangers Cool stores Hot blacktop Eyes turn Crackle with energy, anticipation Furtive glances to the horizon, Instinctively knowing ...
Green Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
People, random strangers Crackle with energy, anticipation Furtive glances to the horizon, Instinctively knowing Darkening sky Deep grays Strong edges ...
Unexpected Conversation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
New patrolman and law student Brothers Between classes Debating, over lunch Gray edges of law Exigent circumstances Criminal procedure Search ...
Arc of the Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Warming blue Across the arc of the dome He left for us after the Flood Daubs of color Dabbed on ...
Evolution (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A mat of green, burgundy, and brown Covered the skin of the once open water Of the marsh, cut off ...
Weathered (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Weathered and worn But oh so proudly The old barn preened in the summer Mid-day sun He had seen her ...
Bark (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A living Ansel Adams tableau white birches stretching heavenward over a winter scene of white on white A monochromatic world ...
Morning at the Window (T. S. Eliot Poem)
THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of ...
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 ...
sisters (Lucille Clifton Poem)
me and you be sisters. we be the same. me and you coming from the same place. me and you ...
BOIREANN (Graham Burchell Poem)
They are both old Boireann and her she wants to remain in the car hunched regarding the other through the ...
Vienna, December 1999 (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
Da Gama returns (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
I have taken refuge in travelogues, bare silk-screen images of evening cityscapes giving in to a garish-clad sky; a tourist ...
The house where I was born (04) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
Another time. It was still night. Water slid Silently on the black ground, And I knew that my only task ...
An Edwardian Sunday, Broomhill, Sheffield (John Betjeman Poem)
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
Inexpensive Progress (John Betjeman Poem)
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
Middlesex (John Betjeman Poem)
Gaily into Ruislip Gardens Runs the red electric train, With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's Daintily alights Elaine; Hurries down ...
The Yellow Violet (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last-year's ...
The Harbour (Eavan Boland Poem)
This harbour was made by art and force. And called Kingstown and afterwards Dun Laoghaire. And holds the sea behind ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
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 ...