adventure (Rg Gregory Poem)
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
Poems about gasp (31 Poems)
cherries and birds (Rg Gregory Poem)
cherries are so vulnerable blinking their way from green to polished red in trees guileless to stave off birds a ...
that precise moment (Rg Gregory Poem)
however foul the times or difficult the ways are through those personal morasses this change of age won't let a ...
As Your Breathing Slowed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I remember those last few moments as your breathing slowed, no longer labored she on the side of your bed, ...
As Bold (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As bold as they became through the birthing by the Spirit the transformation on Pentecost so were they scared, timid ...
An Audible Gasp (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pain spoke an audible gasp in the congregation at the sudden news of your recent passing a body giving in ...
Dew in the Morning – (Resurrection) (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
The Sad Day (Thomas Flatman Poem)
O THE sad day! When friends shall shake their heads, and say Of miserable me-- 'Hark, how he groans! Look, ...
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 ...
My Butterfly (Robert Frost Poem)
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
Merlin I (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
Merlin (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
The Parting (Michael Drayton Poem)
SINCE there 's no help, come let us kiss and part-- Nay, I have done, you get no more of ...
Sonnet LXI: Since There’s No Help (Michael Drayton Poems)
Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, ...
Sheltered Garden (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
If I Could But Forget (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
If I could but forget The fullness of those first sweet days, When you burst sun-like thro' the haze Of ...
Blue Bridge (Geraldine Connolly Poem)
Praise the good-tempered summer and the red cardinal that jumps like a hot coal off the track. Praise the heavy ...
To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus (Richard Crashaw Poem)
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
The Last Man (Thomas Campbell Poem)
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality! I ...
The Cottage Hospital (John Betjeman Poem)
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
Djolan (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Soft was the night, the eve how airy, When through the big, fat dictionary I wandered on in careless ease, ...
Folk Tune (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
Elegy (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
To Thomas Moore (Lord Byron Poem)
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's ...
The Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed’s Church (Robert Browning Poems)
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
A Dream (William Allingham Poem)
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
310. Tam o’ Shanter: A Tale (Robert Burns Poems)
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...