Sticky Hair (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
"Oh, gross!" A chorus of groans at the thought of her sticky hair in a world without indoor plumbing or ...
Poems about gross (33 Poems)
Appetites (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Appetites Gross and small Smell, taste, Slide and catch Union Pungent passion Urges Awareness (Raymond A. Foss)
The River Scamander (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail; Men, gods, and ...
The Spleen (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
Sonnet XLIII: Why Should Your Fair Eyes (Michael Drayton Poem)
Why should your fair eyes with such sovereign grace Disperse their rays on every vulgar spirit, Whilst I in darkness, ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Religio Laici (John Dryden Poem)
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
I know that He exists. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I know that He exists. Somewhere -- in Silence -- He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. ...
Today (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The manic fires flared again today, very much the same irrational urges blazing from the open grate, urgent fervours that ...
The last excuse (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
What is left now that we've used the last excuse, what is left to justify excess. The rhetoric at best ...
Nothing ever is the same (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Gnashing teeth, a grinding meet of molars crashing cuspid on cuspid and the fracture of a piece, of pressure not ...
It is a secular world (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Our Indonesian friends again exhibit strains of gross hypocrisy, it's a virus that abounds in the islands of a thousand ...
The Task: Book VI, The Winter Walk at Noon (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
The Task: Book I, The Sofa (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
Dumb (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Gabriel whispered in mine ear His archangelic poesie. How can I write? I only hear The sobbing murmur of the ...
Dumb (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Gabriel whispered in mine ear His archangelic poesie. How can I write? I only hear The sobbing murmur of the ...
A Song (Robert Creeley Poem)
I had wanted a quiet testament and I had wanted, among other things, a song. That was to be of ...
The Lime-tree Bower my Prison [Addressed to Charles Lamb, o (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
This Lime-Tree Bower, My Prison (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Café Talk (Thomas Blackburn Poem)
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
Wagner (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Creeps in half wanton, half asleep, One with a fat wide hairless face. He likes love-music that is cheap; Likes ...
A Warning To My Readers (Wendell Berry Poem)
Do not think me gentle because I speak in praise of gentleness, or elegant because I honor the grace that ...
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 ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Dream Song 33: An apple arc’d toward Kleitos; whose great King (John Berryman Poems)
An apple arc'd toward Kleitos; whose great King wroth & of wine did study where his sword, sneaked away, might ...
Protus (Robert Browning Poem)
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
From ‘Paracelsus’ (Robert Browning Poems)
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
231. Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry (Robert Burns Poem)
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...