What is Happening to this World (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The agents of change demanding their freedom the despots refusing to give it to them What is happening to this ...
Poems about fragile (31 Poems)
God’s Vineyard (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
We are the workers in the fields, the orchards the streets, the squares his workers in God's vineyard the world ...
Bow before our Savior (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Though a humble infant fragile, vulnerable the creator of the universe walking in human flesh Bow before our Savior humble ...
Cherished (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A rare jewel priceless, yet fragile in the crucible of our hands hanging in the balance Failing to see the ...
Fragile Puffs of Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Standing on the schoolhouse grounds waiting for the bus to come the batter and pushing of the teens and those ...
Into the Heart of the Flower (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A fleeting image of freesia flickering to life for an instant flashing onto the screen So much of the beauty ...
Repairing the Breach (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Christ, coming into the world through his choice his going to the cross in his humility, his humbleness a gift ...
Sabbath in our daily lives (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
If only we could find a way to enjoy sabbath in our daily lives how our walk would be different ...
Not Our Earth – Blog Action Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not our earth, the Lord's not our world, the creator's Ours over which to have dominion responsibility, stewards, caretakers, gardeners ...
The Devil in Us All (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Pastor was right about the error, the missed point of the scripture in the speech of the firebrand, the ...
Glass (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There's something different something special sensuous, mysterious fragile, unique living, moving glass unseen movement but we believe it is there ...
Flowers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Three flowers bloom each day Falsely fragile Queen Anne's Lace Clump of effervescent Daisies A singular Black-eyed Susan Wildflowers all ...
Evolution (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A mat of green, burgundy, and brown Covered the skin of the once open water Of the marsh, cut off ...
Our biggest fish (Eugene Field Poem)
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
Pan with Us (Robert Frost Poem)
Pan came out of the woods one day,-- His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray ...
At Baia (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great ...
Some, too fragile for winter winds (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses -- Tenderly tucking them in from frost Before their feet ...
Your Voices Joined Is All It Takes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
Thinking of an Afterlife (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When was the beginning, in the fertilising, in the flower, or was it deeper, in the earth beneath? No end ...
Rangipo Desert (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
It is an abhorrent thing (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It is an abhorrent thing, this incarceration of your vulnerability, profoundly cruel in the way you were beaten to your ...
I Held A Shelley Manuscript (Gregory Corso Poem)
My hands did numb to beauty as they reached into Death and tightened! O sovereign was my touch upon the ...
Study In Orange And White (Billy Collins Poem)
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
The Lilies (Wendell Berry Poem)
Amid the gray trunks of ancient trees we found the gay woodland lilies nodding on their stems, frail and fair, ...
Last Hill In A Vista (Louise Bogan Poem)
Come, let us tell the weeds in ditches How we are poor, who once had riches, And lie out in ...
Love in Twilight (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
History Of The Night (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear ...
TO A BROWN BEGGAR-MAID (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
O, We Are The Outcasts (Charles Bukowski Poems)
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...