Scars on Paper (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
Poems about elegant (31 Poems)
Morning Coffee (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
As if in Dressage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The canter of the deer out in the bare wood reminding me of the pictures on the TV The bright ...
Cast on the Waters (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A living feather cast on the waters blowing by the autumn breeze out onto the surface the wind sending the ...
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 ...
Saturated with New Color (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Seemingly wet, alive dripping, overflowing saturated with new color each flower giving, sharing pouring out, into the wings more than ...
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 ...
Infused with Their Color (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The yellow swallowtail elegant butterfly moving dancing on the humid air flitting to the garden Coming to alight, resting perching ...
Standing on the Skin of the Water (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The strider skating like the Apollo lunar lander standing in the moon dust leaving a mere impression Standing on the ...
The Arms of the Fan (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The elegant maple arms, almost equal an arc, a spray of flowers, a bow, curved against the sky arms of ...
Fluted Wine Goblets (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Bright, glowing, variegated, orange, crimson, and gold fluted wine goblets, the envy of any glassworks, a credit to the artist ...
Under their branches (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Three elegant spruces, the soft, safe place below under their branches, covered in white their arms linked together their hands ...
Trimmed with Daggers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For some reason glinting in the late afternoon sun the icicles on the gutters, the edge of the flashings in ...
Vertebrate (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Nothing so much as a beautiful exposed skeleton, standing tall, all erect so were the stately trees, going down the ...
Dorcas Rising (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like Lazarus before her she rose at the command of the shepherd But this time, it was the new leader, ...
Clothes on the Line (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a simple, elegant scene framed out the kitchen window a load of wash hung in the still August air drying ...
Simple Beauty (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Starflower little flower elegant in your simplicity delicate stamens bright yellow anthers star of the northwind growing through the leaf ...
Seductive Invader (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was beautiful elegant, sly, alluring In her rich color long supple body full flowering envy of others less able ...
The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
To Bessie Drennan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
Visitation (Mark Doty Poem)
When I heard he had entered the harbor, and circled the wharf for days, I expected the worst: shallow water, ...
Turtle, Swan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
A Visitor in Marl (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Visitor in Marl -- Who influences Flowers -- Till they are orderly as Busts -- And Elegant -- as ...
Seven suits (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Seven tailored suits, matching shoes and socks, a brace of muted ties with subtle breast pocket handkerchiefs descried, you wouldn't ...
Waiting For The Barbarians (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. Why isn't anything happening in ...
See (Michael Burch Poem)
See how her hair has thinned: it does not seem / like hair at all, but like the airy moult ...
A Warning To My Readers (Wendell Berry Poem)
Do not think me gentle because I speak in praise of gentleness, or elegant because I honor the grace that ...
I Love The Naked Ages Long Ago (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
I love the naked ages long ago When statues were gilded by Apollo, When men and women of agility Could ...