A Purple Trumpet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A hushed purple trumpet hangs heavy on its vine, held by the connections, the hooks the nature of itself, wet ...
Poems about fighting (51 Poems)
Orange amid the Greens and Grey (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Living orange, growing, spreading eating the limb of the living tree, framed by the field, the backdrop of other fall ...
Two Wins (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Two cases, two families in court, in the schools fighting for my clients using my skills, my talents to make ...
A Prayer for Justice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We lift up a humble prayer for peace, for wisdom for justice in our land for a mother fighting for ...
Arguing the Essential Nature (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Now this was a conversation, as I learned later, that was not in the right place a high school classroom, ...
Fisherman (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I really did feel bad afterward; but at that instant, I was confused sorry, not knowing what to say He ...
Mother Duck (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A human interest story in the midst of the chaos the flooding of the Merrimack in the heart of the ...
Four Poems (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not one, not two, not three, but four poems writing themselves simultaneously a jumble in my mind urging me down ...
Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
Reds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rich vibrant, living color Dying on the branch In glory as I drive by A canopy over my way Or ...
Struggle (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A bit of war poetry read by featured poets Brought it back to me that night on the floor Each ...
Sounds of Scribbles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Jots of thoughts in my journal How does editing sound, Illegible words, random thoughts Scratching out the rhyme Fighting the ...
Memories (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
History, my history fighting to come out, exploit my voice Document and catalog shards of my life snapshots, senses, feelings ...
Yearning to Bloom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Eager, poised and ready unfurling in the hot July sun wanting, needing to join her sisters and brothers in the ...
II. The Pauper Witch of Grafton (Robert Frost Poem)
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
Paul’s Wife (Robert Frost Poems)
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
The Fight (Russell Edson Poem)
A man is fighting with a cup of coffee. The rules: he must not break the cup nor spill its ...
The Return of Albert (Marriott Edgar Poem)
You've 'eard 'ow young Albert Ramsbottom, In the Zoo up at Blackpool one year, With a stick and 'orse's 'ead ...
Richard Coeur de Lion (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Richard the First, Coeur-de-Lion, Is a name that we speak of with pride, Though he only lived six months in ...
The Human Face (Paul Eluard Poem)
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
Old Deuteronomy (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in ...
Thirty Bob a Week (John Davidson Poem)
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
Heroic Stanzas (John Dryden Poem)
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
Alexander’s Feast; Or, The Power Of Music (John Dryden Poems)
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
War-Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms. Hark, a ...
The Oxford Thrushes (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
FEBRUARY, 1917 I never thought again to hear The Oxford thrushes singing clear, Amid the February rain, Their sweet, indomitable ...
Remarks About Kings (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
"God said I am tired of kings." -- EMERSON God said, "I am tired of kings,"-- But that was a ...