Aware (Denise Levertov Poem)
When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abundant whispers. My presence made them ...
Poems about embarrassed (26 Poems)
An American (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
If the Led Striker call it a strike, Or the papers call it a war, They know not much what ...
Salesmanship, With Half A Dram Of Tears (Brooks Haxton Poem)
Gripping the lectern, rocking it, searching the faces for the souls, for signs of heartfelt mindfulness at work, I thought, ...
Praying Drunk (Andrew Hudgins Poem)
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Mid-Term Break (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our ...
netley 47 (Rg Gregory Poem)
army hospital rheumatic fever bed-tied many weeks too embarrassed to ask for bedpan the rigmarole of screens and knowing attention ...
Climbing Jet, Soaring Raptor (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Driving home, October noontime a hawk to my left, above the tree line, catching the thermals off the highway It ...
Our Highest Ideal (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like stars, he made the allusion, the metaphor of ideals that are beyond our grasp, eternally out of our reach, ...
The ride to bumpville (Eugene Field Poem)
Play that my knee was a calico mare Saddled and bridled for Bumpville; Leap to the back of this steed, ...
The Ancient World (Mark Doty Poem)
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
Baffled for just a day or two (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Baffled for just a day or two -- Embarrassed -- not afraid -- Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid. ...
Our Boat Starts At Night (Li Ching Chao Poem)
Our boat starts at night from the beach of Yen Kuang. Great ships sail only for profit Only small boats ...
Photograph of My Father in His Twenty-Second Year (Raymond Carver Poem)
October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father's embarrassed young man's face. Sheepish grin, he holds in ...
Something (Robert Creeley Poem)
I approach with such a careful tremor, always I feel the finally foolish question of how it is, then, supposed ...
These Green-Going-to-Yellow (Marvin Bell Poem)
This year, I'm raising the emotional ante, putting my face in the leaves to be stepped on, seeing myself among ...
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 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
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 ...
Dream Song 78: Op. posth. no. 1 (John Berryman Poem)
Darkened his eye, his wild smile disappeared, inapprehensible his studies grew, nourished he less & less his subject body with ...
Florida (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
In The Waiting Room (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
My Philosophy of Life (John Ashbery Poem)
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
The Goose Fish (Howard Nemerov Poems)
On the long shore, lit by the moon To show them properly alone, Two lovers suddenly embraced So that their ...
Zenas Witt (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
I was sixteen, and I had the most terrible dreams, And specks before my eyes, and nervous weakness. And I ...