Halley’s Comet (Stanley Kunitz Poems)
Miss Murphy in first grade wrote its name in chalk across the board and told us it was roaring down ...
Poems about grade (31 Poems)
The Last Department (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Twelve hundred million men are spread About this Earth, and I and You Wonder, when You and I are dead, ...
The King (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips ...
Describing in Detail (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
More than the words on the page trying to bring them there the moment in my hushed office feeling her ...
What’s Up with That Baby? (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Unhappy, poopy, smelly diapers the baby bottle in the crib. Was she drooling or talking, mumbling something, crawling in place. ...
The Hound Who Ate My Sundae (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh man! Nothing Mom and Dad were away; I had such big plans Four kinds of ice cream, scooped, melting ...
The New Zoo (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The flyer at the store a new zoo in town I loaded up my monster truck Almost ran over the ...
The Crunch of the needles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dry in the forest before the first snowfall the leaves of autumn heavy on the ground The barrenness of November ...
A Day at the Beach (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Laughing, we ran on the hot sand The damp beach under our feet The glistening ocean before us The girl ...
Measuring Up (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Making the grade, measuring up human conditions, restrictions ritual and process, barring some lines drawn, by human hands unlike the ...
Nouns Verbs and Adjectives (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We added words, one by one onto the blackboard at the front of the classroom little arms raised in the ...
Outstanding! (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like her sisters before her, an outstanding citizen of her class, her grade proud moment, for our little girl shouting ...
So Much Like Me (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In love and at logger heads so we seem to be, at the poles So much like me is she ...
Going to School (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Painful steps, unfathomable, perhaps To walk through those doors Into a familiar foreign place A necessary evil, or is it ...
Second-grade Cell (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A flip of the phone, just out the doors, five feet outside, check for messages, invitations, calls while he was ...
They had Shades (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The three men of the family poised to cross the street ready to drop off the big brother at first ...
Buckle Boots (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Black, black buckles like grates on the front of a pot-bellied stove Clumpy black buckle boots worn over shoes by ...
One-Eyed Dog (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I remember him all so vividly like it was so recent far fewer than the close to forty years ago ...
Arguing the Essential Nature (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Now this was a conversation, as I learned later, that was not in the right place a high school classroom, ...
A Muskrat Paw (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What must she have thought, when she reached into my jeans pocket before laundry and found a muskrat paw I ...
My Memo 1 Sucks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wow, I found a thesis sentence In my title above. A clear and concise position I can support Here, there, ...
Mrs. Oleksak (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My teacher A force in my life Keeping me with the pack Putting herself out To give me a chance ...
A New School (a song for Erica) (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I'm in a new school I'm the new face With my great style, I'm here To brighten up the place ...
In His Presence (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In His presence, at His feet longing to hear the master speak Aware of the power, authority, the words of ...
Handbell Notes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Watching them play Seeing their notes on the paper Sensing the fun in practice in hearing the sheet come alive ...
The Bibliomaniac’s Bride (Eugene Field Poems)
The women-folk are like to books,-- Most pleasing to the eye, Whereon if anybody looks He feels disposed to buy. ...
Crater Face (Denise Duhamel Poem)
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
Turtle, Swan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
Hostel Beach, Oneroa (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
Against Writing about Children (Erin Belieu Poem)
When I think of the many people who privately despise children, I can't say I'm completely shocked, having been one. ...