Number 3 on the Docket (Amy Lowell Poem)
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
Poems about explosion (21 Poems)
The Explosion (Philip Larkin Poem)
On the day of the explosion Shadows pointed towards the pithead. In the sun the slagheap slept. Down the lane ...
The Silent Shepherds (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
What's the best life for a man? --Never to have been born, sings the choros, and the next best Is ...
The Great Explosion (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
The universe expands and contracts like a great heart. It is expanding, the farthest nebulae Rush with the speed of ...
What Would Freud Say? (Bob Hicok Poem)
Wasn't on purpose that I drilled through my finger or the nurse laughed. She apologized three times and gave me ...
Death Of The Kapowsin Tavern (Richard Hugo Poem)
I can't ridge it back again from char. Not one board left. Only ash a cat explores and shattered glass ...
Immolation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Willing to die to set themselves ablaze the people the rulers caught in the flames Immolation, implosion, explosion the fire ...
Gunner Joe (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi' Nelson at Battle 'Trafalgar, Joe ...
FOR THE LAST WOLVERINE (James Dickey Poem)
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey’s Version Of “Three Blind Mice” (Billy Collins Poems)
And I start wondering how they came to be blind. If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister, ...
The Art Of Drowning (Billy Collins Poem)
I wonder how it all got started, this business about seeing your life flash before your eyes while you drown, ...
Algernon (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Who played with a Loaded Gun, and, on missing his Sister was reprimanded by his Father. Young Algernon, the Doctor's ...
The Weed (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
A Child’s Christmas In Wales (Dylan Thomas Poems)
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
The Booby-Trap (Robert William Service Poems)
I'm crawlin' out in the mangolds to bury wot's left o' Joe -- Joe, my pal, and a good un ...
Onion Days (Carl Sandburg Poems)
MRS. GABRIELLE GIOVANNITTI comes along Peoria Street every morning at nine o'clock With kindling wood piled on top of her ...
Jenny Carrister, The Heroine of Lucknow-Mine (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
A heroic story I will unfold, Concerning Jenny Carrister, a heroine bold, Who lived in Australia, at a gold mine ...
The Burning of the Ship Kent (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I'll relate a harrowing ...
Artificer (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
The Identification (Roger McGough Poems)
So you think its Stephen? Then I'd best make sure Be on the safe side as it were. Ah, theres ...