The Native-Born (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
Poems about gulls (31 Poems)
The Betrothed (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"You must choose between me and your cigar." -- BREACH OF PROMISE CASE, CIRCA 1885. Open the old cigar-box, get ...
Tor House (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes: Perhaps of my planted forest a few May ...
Divinely Superfluous Beauty (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
The storm-dances of gulls, the barking game of seals, Over and under the ocean ... Divinely superfluous beauty Rules the ...
My Aviary (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
The Beach (Robert Graves Poem)
Louder than gulls the little children scream Whom fathers haul into the jovial foam; But others fearlessly rush in, breast ...
Beach Sand – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there our sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
Foggy day on the ocean (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
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 ...
A Working Pier (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a dock, a working pier out into the estuary the pull of the tides, swaying seaweed barnacles, algae, the smell ...
Sitting by the Pier (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Gulls perched on the pilings a cormorant coursing low toward the open sea a breeze inland from the Atlantic up ...
Acquiring Language (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Peeling away the curtain that blocks them from the outside world the world of crickets, of wind, of gulls, of ...
Beach Sand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there the sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
Aloneness (Ian Emberson Poem)
Loneliness and aloneness they are not the same for the shell of the mind hears echoes of many seas it ...
ENGLAND’S OPENERS (Gerald England Poems)
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Peace (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
In these quiet moments (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In these quiet moments before the night softens the mountains of the South and deflates the clouds that float beneath ...
The Ships of Saint John (Bliss Carman Poem)
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
The Final Poem (Andree Chedid Poem)
A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow ...
Tz’u No. 2 (Wine Joy) (Li Ching Chao Poems)
To the tune "As in a Dream" I have long remembered the pavilion on the stream the falling sun so ...
This Morning (Raymond Carver Poem)
This morning was something. A little snow lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear blue sky. The ...
Dawlish (John Betjeman Poem)
Bird-watching colonels on the old sea wall, Down here at Dawlish where the slow trains crawl: Low tide lifting, on ...
The Fiddling Wood (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
The City Revisited (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Even Because (Ralph Angel Poem)
Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and rearrange without much fanfare or notice. Because you can't ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 02: The Fulfilled Dream (Conrad Aiken Poem)
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 02: One, from his high bright window in a tower (Conrad Aiken Poem)
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
Senlin: His Cloudy Destiny (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...