On the ground as we pray (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Fitting, in this moment of anguish Christ falling to his knees throwing himself to the ground as he began to ...
Poems about fitting (31 Poems)
A fitting prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He leapt from the hand of Peter his legs no longer lame, strong to let him jump, to shout for ...
Before the Guard (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Standing watch A large flag, the stars and stripes hanging heavy, sad, the sun through the thin, worn fabric Hanging ...
Ripened Summer Fruit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh how fitting, a lectionary story caught in the summer months, hot and harsh for ripe summer fruit ripening even ...
A Husband for Ruth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She needed to be protected, provided for, to provide for Naomi, to be the best example of the converted; how ...
Silences (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We're good at silences under the surface, without contact hiding in plain view never dealing with, addressing true hurt, real ...
To Promise Is One Thing To Keep It, Another (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
JOHN courts Perrette; but all in vain; Love's sweetest oaths, and tears, and sighs All potent spells her heart to ...
Threnody (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Shelley (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Knight-errant of the Never-ending Quest, And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled Desire; For ever tuning thy frail earthly lyre To some ...
You’ll know Her — by Her Foot — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers -- where the Toes should be ...
While we were fearing it, it came — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
While we were fearing it, it came -- But came with less of fear Because that fearing it so long ...
What tenements of clover (Emily Dickinson Poem)
What tenements of clover Are fitting for the bee, What edifices azure For butterflies and me -- What residences nimble ...
I am alive — I guess (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I am alive -- I guess -- The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory -- And at ...
We, The Living (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
The beans were exciting (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I tried cooking in my new Quicksilver jacket, just an affectation I assure you - no, not the coat or ...
No further slice of me (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn't ...
Dead man’s clothes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
Growing up, I propose, is like wearing a dead man's clothes. Death has a way of levelling the ground. I ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO IV ( Hys Nouryture ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
Preface to Hunting of the Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
PREFACE If---and the thing is wildly possible---the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
On a Portrait of a Deaf Man (John Betjeman Poem)
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The Dream (Lord Byron Poem)
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Pan and Luna (Robert Browning Poem)
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...