The Matrix (Amy Lowell Poem)
Goaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock ...
Poems about fantasy (31 Poems)
Coquette et Froide (Julia Ward Howe Poem)
What is thy thought of me? What is thy feeling? Lov'st thou the veil of sense, Or its revealing? Leav'st ...
A Sunset (Victor Hugo Poem)
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
A COUNTRY LIFE:TO HIS BROTHER, MR THOMAS HERRICK (Robert Herrick Poem)
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
Nagasaki Days (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I -- A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under ...
Rave (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Heads snap at the Yankee white boy Anachronistic and jarring Tie dyed top hat Garish and loud Quilted and heavy ...
My Desire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She is my wife the mother of the little people in the room across the hall, singing in the dark ...
Sleep Spaces (Robert Desnos Poem)
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
Elegy X: The Dream (John Donne Poem)
Image of her whom I love, more than she, Whose fair impression in my faithful heart Makes me her medal, ...
“Mike Teavee…” (Roald Dahl Poem)
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
Television (Roald Dahl Poem)
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird And crossed a thousand Trees Before a Fence without a Fare His Fantasy did ...
I robbed the Woods (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I robbed the Woods -- The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses My fantasy to ...
The light was always you (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
The last excuse (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
What is left now that we've used the last excuse, what is left to justify excess. The rhetoric at best ...
The Curtain (Hayden Carruth Poem)
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. One can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, ...
Carmen De Boheme (Hart Crane Poem)
Sinuously winding through the room On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, -- Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume The ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
To Nature (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
It may indeed be fantasy when I Essay to draw from all created things Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely ...
The White Peacock (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Snapshots of a Daughter-In-Law (Adrienne Rich Poems)
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
What Are Big Girls Made Of? (Marge Piercy Poems)
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows ...
An Elegy (Alexander Pushkin Poems)
The senseless years' extinguished mirth and laughter Oppress me like some hazy morning-after. But sadness of days past, as alcohol ...
Al Aaraaf (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
Tamerlane (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
Addiction (Claire Nixon Poems)
What have I became in this false fantasy? Thriving on something sweet, submerging into another world. Without it I tumble ...
Remo: “Drink, Drink, Drink” (Sharon Esther Lampert Poems)
At Quattro Gatti, she is the poet-in-residence: In Barcelona, Piccasso started here, painting A humble sketch of a picket-white fence. ...
Dawning (Yahia Lababidi Poems)
There are hours when every thing creaks when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs and closets crack their backs, ...
Passing Out (Philip Levine Poems)
The doctor fingers my bruise. "Magnificent," he says, "black at the edges and purple cored." Seated, he spies for clues, ...
Ghosts in Love (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
"Tell me, where do ghosts in love Find their bridal veils?" "If you and I were ghosts in love We'd ...