Ruth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Renew yourself with God's Word Use your gifts to bring others to God Thank God without ceasing Hear His call ...
Poems about gifts (51 Poems)
Shanequa (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Shine in the darkness Hear God's call in the wilderness Answer "Here I am Lord, use me" Never forget God's ...
Her Faith (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a second layer of skin is her faith right out there, the outer edge of her exuding from her ...
Prayers for a Busy Week (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lord, we thank you for this day for the many gifts you have heaped on us for the laughter and ...
A Perfect Bloom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I wanted to do something special say something meaningful in more than words show you how proud I am how ...
Her Mustard Seed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It is there, deep in her young heart bearing fruits of faith, in our lives sharing the belief she has ...
Her Mustard Seed – revised (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It is there, deep in her young heart bearing fruits of faith, in our lives sharing the belief she has ...
Little Victories (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Little miracles blessed my way this day, this week Walking your path doing your work Here, now, in the world ...
Valentine’s Day 2006 (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
To my beautiful wife, When I read 1 Cor. 13:1-7, I think of you. I alternate "you" for "love" and ...
A Thorn in My Side (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I am weak; thank you God for my humility, for the impediment to my vanity, that forces me to rely ...
With two spoons for two spoons (Eugene Field Poem)
How trifling shall these gifts appear Among the splendid many That loving friends now send to cheer Harvey and Ellen ...
Sister’s cake (Eugene Field Poems)
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
Star of the east (Eugene Field Poem)
Star of the East, that long ago Brought wise men on their way Where, angels singing to and fro, The ...
A spring poem from bion (Eugene Field Poem)
One asketh: "Tell me, Myrson, tell me true: What's the season pleaseth you? Is it summer suits you best, When ...
The Muleteer (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE Lombard princes oft pervade my mind; The present tale Boccace relates you'll find; Agiluf was the noble monarch's name; ...
The Clyster (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IF truth give pleasure, surely we should try; To found our tales on what we can rely; Th' experiment repeatedly ...
The Critick and the Writer of Fables (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
On the Death of the Honourable Mr. James Thynne (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, 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 ...
Days (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring ...
To The Nightingale (William Drummond Poem)
Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours Of winters past or coming, void of care, Well pleased with delights ...
Sonnet X: To Nothing Fitter (Michael Drayton Poem)
To nothing fitter can I thee compare Than to the son of some rich penny-father, Who, having now brought on ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Gratitude (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
"Do you give thanks for this? -- or that?" No, God be thanked I am not grateful In that cold, ...
Envoys From Alexandria (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
They had not seen, for ages, such beautiful gifts in Delphi as these that had been sent by the two ...
The Task: Book V, The Winter Morning Walk (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
ABOUT LOVE FOR BARBARIANS (Luis Benitez Poem)
The opposite seeks the opposite and the drop of black grows within white until turning white into black and conversely ...
The Rich Boy’s Christmas (Ellis Parker Butler Poems)
And now behold this sulking boy, His costly presents bring no joy; Harsh tears of anger fill his eye Tho' ...