Unique Within Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The devotional asked a different, a challenging question, asking how I am "unique in creation" A thought not easily answered ...
Poems about exist (46 Poems)
Like Job (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like Job, a righteous man we struggle to comprehend, to understand innocent suffering in this world and closer to home ...
lonely (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
lonely in a crowd different from the rest separate, apart because of change, experiences they can't understand choices and experiments ...
The bottle tree (Eugene Field Poem)
A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land - Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! A snug little berth in that ...
On the Universality and Other Attributes of the God of Nature (Philip Freneau Poem)
ALL that we see, about, abroad, What is it all, but nature's God? In meaner works discovered here No less ...
Joconde (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
In the Home Stretch (Robert Frost Poem)
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
An Empty Threat (Robert Frost Poem)
I stay; But it isn't as if There wasn't always Hudson's Bay And the fur trade, A small skiff And ...
Two Tramps In Mud Time (Robert Frost Poem)
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put ...
I’m A Fool To Love You (Cornelius Eady Poems)
Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman, Some type of supernatural creature. My mother would tell you, ...
To Fr. Armando (Regina Derieva Poem)
Everyone, after all, was killed: he who was crucified, he who died without skin, he who died without a head, ...
Poem For People That Are Understandably Too Busy To Read Poetry (Stephen Dunn Poem)
Relax. This won't last long. Or if it does, or if the lines make you sleepy or bored, give in ...
The Lightning playeth — all the while — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Lightning playeth -- all the while -- But when He singeth -- then -- Ourselves are conscious He exist ...
The duties of the Wind are few, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The duties of the Wind are few, To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escort, And usher ...
Somewhere upon the general Earth (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Somewhere upon the general Earth Itself exist Today -- The Magic passive but extant That consecrated me -- Indifferent Seasons ...
No Crowd that has occurred (Emily Dickinson Poem)
No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit -- I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection -- does -- Circumference be full ...
Have any like Myself (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried -- And possibly a Church -- That were ...
All Circumstances are the Frame (Emily Dickinson Poem)
All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set -- All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent -- ...
Advance is Life’s condition (Emily Dickinson Poems)
Advance is Life's condition The Grave but a Relay Supposed to be a terminus That makes it hated so -- ...
A Planted Life — diversified (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Planted Life -- diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles -- ...
“Secrets” is a daily word (Emily Dickinson Poem)
"Secrets" is a daily word Yet does not exist -- Muffled -- it remits surmise -- Murmured -- it has ...
There is a June when Corn is cut (Emily Dickinson Poem)
There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed -- A Summer briefer than the first ...
The last Night that She lived (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying -- this to Us Made Nature ...
The Summer I Was Sixteen (Geraldine Connolly Poem)
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into 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 ...
Happy Dust (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
Happy Dust (Aleister Crowley Poem)
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
Dejection: An Ode (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
A man said to the universe: (Stephen Crane Poem)
A man said to the universe: "Sir I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me ...
Last Lines (Emily Bronte Poem)
NO coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...