Energy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Energy, passion flowed from his manner, his words, his motion, his attention to detail, his bringing us with him as ...
Poems about flowed (42 Poems)
Scent Memories (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The new candle tarts, ready for the winter season shared by the shopper yesterday, the fruits of her labor, presented ...
Sister Muses (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh the pen flowed jumped to the words found the voice Talked the talk said his piece next to them ...
The delectable ballad of the waller lot (Eugene Field Poem)
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
The Progress Of Wit (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
DIVERTING in extreme there is a play, Which oft resumes its fascinating sway; Delights the sex, or ugly, fair, or ...
Richard Minutolo (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
King Candaules And The Doctor Of Laws (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
Amber (Nick Flynn Poem)
Hover the imagined center, our tongues grew long to please it, licking the walls, a chamber built of scent, a ...
Ballad of the Army Carts (Tu Fu Poem)
The carts squeak and trundle, the horses whinny, the conscripts go by, each with a bow and arrows at his ...
The Grindstone (Robert Frost Poem)
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
The Sphynx (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
Dæmonic Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
In Romney Marsh (John Davidson Poem)
As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard the South sing o'er the land I saw the yellow sunlight ...
Ode (John Dryden Poem)
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
New Year’s Eve (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And ...
A poor — torn heart — a tattered heart (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart -- That sat it down to rest -- Nor noticed that ...
Water Babes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook that patiently took us into its heart. At ...
None is spared your handsome smile (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Stanzas (Anne Bronte Poem)
Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings, ...
Past Days (Anne Bronte Poem)
'Tis strange to think, there was a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Parting Address From Z.Z. To A.E. (Anne Bronte Poem)
O weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings ...
Monday Night May 11th 1846 / Domestic Peace (Anne Bronte Poem)
Why should such gloomy silence reign; And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor ...
Death (Emily Bronte Poem)
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
Upon Some Distemper of Body (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
In anguish of my heart replete with woes, And wasting pains, which best my body knows, In tossing slumbers on ...
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 ...