The Basket (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
Poems about hammers (28 Poems)
The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
In a Castle (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
The Man Who Raised Charlestown (Henry Lawson Poem)
They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George - The parson from his pulpit and the ...
The Building of the Ship (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
TO A CHILD (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
The Undertaker’s Horse (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
The eldest son bestrides him, And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o' mornings on the ...
The Song of the Little Hunter (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry, Ere Chil the Kite swoops down a furlong sheer, Through ...
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 ...
The Poet’s Forge (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
He lies on his back, the idling smith, A lazy, dreaming fellow is he; The sky is blue, or the ...
Waterfalls of Jack and a soft shoe shuffle (R.George Poem)
The following is based on true events: (Part One) 493 guests were watching people searching their Gmail flirting in chats, ...
THE GOBLET. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
ONCE I held a well-carved brimming goblet,-- In my two hands tightly clasp'd I held it, Eagerly the sweet wine ...
Twenty-Pound Stone (Nick Flynn Poem)
It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if offering my stomach, as ...
Sonnet XL: My Heart the Anvil (Michael Drayton Poem)
My heart the anvil where my thoughts do beat; My words the hammers fashioning my desire; My breast the forge ...
The Morning after Woe (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Morning after Woe -- 'Tis frequently the Way -- Surpasses all that rose before -- For utter Jubilee -- ...
He fumbles at your Soul (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on -- He stuns you ...
Stupid (Raymond Carver Poem)
It's what the kids nowadays call weed. And it drifts like clouds from his lips. He hopes no one comes ...
Madmen (Billy Collins Poem)
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
The Folly of Wisdom (Michael Burch Poem)
She is wise in the way that children are wise, looking at me with such knowing, grave eyes I must ...
131. Song-Willie Chalmers (Robert Burns Poem)
WI' braw new branks in mickle pride, And eke a braw new brechan, My Pegasus I'm got astride, And up ...
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 Lake (Deborah Ager Poem)
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
The House (Charles Bukowski Poems)
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to ...
The Neighbor (Marge Piercy Poems)
Man stomping over my bed in boots carrying a large bronze church bell which you occasionally drop: gross man with ...
Mushrooms (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees ...
Night Shift (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It was not a heart, beating. That muted boom, that clangor Far off, not blood in the ears Drumming up ...
Bonnie Kilmany (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Bonnie Kilmany, in the County of Fife, Is a healthy spot to reside in to lengthen one's life. The scenery ...
Lollingdon Downs VIII (John Masefield Poems)
THE Kings go by with jewled crowns; Their horses gleam, their banners shake, their spears are many. The sack of ...