Before the Noodles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Macaroni and cheese, boxes sitting on the counter, waiting for the water to boil Little pearls of gas, building on ...
Poems about gas (34 Poems)
From Solid to Gas (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The tart had been melted before it sat solid in the warmer on the back of the stove She put ...
Staring into the Flame (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sitting still, quiet, alone, in the living room of my boyhood alone with my thoughts after the Christmas day watching ...
A Line of Thread (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a single clear line of thread strung by a fisherman between flower and shrub a road for her a line ...
Lost (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I crossed the parking lot The man in the convenience store beyond the gas pumps trying to cash already cashed ...
A Pillar of Fire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Angry, oooh were they angry . bursting, flying out of that hole, next to the foundation by the lilac bush ...
Little Willie (Eugene Field Poem)
When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy His mother with ...
De Amicitiis (Eugene Field Poem)
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning (Lawrence Ferlinghetti Poem)
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
The Family Monkey (Russell Edson Poem)
We bought an electric monkey, experimenting rather recklessly with funds carefully gathered since grandfather's time for the purchase of a ...
The Jubilee Sov’reign (Marriott Edgar Poems)
On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms Invited relations to tea, Including young Albert's grandmother- An awkward old . . party, was ...
Under Siege (Mahmoud Darwish Poem)
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
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 ...
What does it take? (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Is the current rate of global warming a serious and cogent warning? Do we need to think about the fact ...
On The Disadvantages Of Central Heating (Amy Clampitt Poem)
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod stove-warmed flatiron slid under the covers, mornings a damascene- sealed bizarrerie of fernwork ...
Five Ways To Kill A Man (Edwin Brock Poem)
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
A Shropshire Lad (John Betjeman Poem)
The gas was on in the Institute, The flare was up in the gym, A man was running a mineral ...
Death In Leamington (John Betjeman Poem)
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window ...
The Final Tax (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: "What can we tax that is not paying? We're taxing every blessed thing- Here's ...
The Moon (David Berman Poem)
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
Governors On Sominex (David Berman Poem)
It had been four days of no weather as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors. They'd closed ...
Five Ways To Kill A Man (Andre Breton Poem)
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Coffee (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
Dream Song 134: Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 (John Berryman Poem)
Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 was Henry's gloomy Monday morning oh. Still he had to lecture. They ...
Let It Enfold You (Charles Bukowski Poem)
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
The Bight (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
Questions of Travel (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
Alone (Deborah Ager Poem)
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...