Afternoon Rain in State Street (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
Poems about greasy (26 Poems)
Oonts (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire? It isn't standin' up to charge nor lyin' ...
The Bell Buoy (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1896 They christened my brother of old-- And a saintly name he bears-- They gave him his place to hold ...
A Memory of the Players in a Mirror at Midnight (James Joyce Poem)
They mouth love's language. Gnash The thirteen teeth Your lean jaws grin with. Lash Your itch and quailing, nude greed ...
stable society (Rg Gregory Poem)
the horses have bolted the one door's been locked the flood can't get out the greasy bilge swills up the ...
AN ODE TO MY JAILED FRIEND (Godfrey Mutiso Gorry Poem)
Unmasked - The spirits' face is a black hole Swallowing the celestial beauty Of the stars. Caged - The sentinel ...
The Poet in the Nursery (Robert Graves Poem)
The youngest poet down the shelves was fumbling In a dim library, just behind the chair From which the ancient ...
Sunflower Sutra (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Hearing the Greasy Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The sounds all muffled under our hoods and hats cutting through, the distinctive noise hearing the greasy snow The pavement ...
A Constellation of Stars (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Across the room under sticky, greasy, fresh fingerprints, the static-held dust, a constellation of stars little white lights of the ...
Finger Shower (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our little helper, all of three, upset I was washing the broiler pan - without her Move over Dad!, She ...
You Asked How (formerly Even Now She Is Turning, Saying Everything I Always Wanted Her to Say) (Nick Flynn Poem)
At the end there were straws in her glove compartment, I'd split them open to taste the familiar bitter residue, ...
Snow White’s Acne (Denise Duhamel Poems)
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice, or a fleck of her mother's ...
Metro North (Mark Doty Poem)
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
The Wizard Way (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Wizard Way (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Marginalia (Billy Collins Poem)
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
Dream Song 15: Let us suppose, valleys & such ago (John Berryman Poem)
Let us suppose, valleys & such ago, one pal unwinding from his labours in one bar of Chicago and this ...
Filling Station (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Oh, but it is dirty! --this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with ...
Childhood (Richard Aldington Poem)
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
EPISTLE II: TO A LADY (Of the Characters of Women) (Alexander Pope Poems)
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
The Lake Isle (Ezra Pound Poems)
O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop, ...
The Present (Philip Levine Poems)
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
Black Stone On Top Of Nothing (Philip Levine Poems)
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
Salts And Oils (Philip Levine Poems)
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...