Half Steps (Billy Jno Hope Poem)
folly cracked the mirror a soul gasping wound voodoo induced vertigo psychedelic blackouts in the cracks between art and blasphemy ...
Poems about heals (27 Poems)
On Pain (Khalil Gibran Poem)
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must ...
Gratitude (Gary R. Ferris Poem)
What can I say that will show my gratitude? To my loving parents who have shaped this mood. For all ...
The Epiphany of Grace (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Grace awakens us heals us from ourselves the epiphany of conviction when we see the Christ The grace already around ...
Healed by Christ’s Name (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
In his belief, in the power, the authority his voice raising, calling on Christ, in his name alone over and ...
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 ...
Grace and Providence (William Cowper Poem)
Almighty King! whose wondrous hand Supports the weight of sea and land; Whose grace is such a boundless store, No ...
The Buddhist (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
Independence (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams ...
Adela (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
The Buddhist (Aleister Crowley Poem)
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
Independence (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams ...
Adela (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
Coffee (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
Dream Song 25: Henry, edged, decidedly, made up stories (John Berryman Poem)
Henry, edged, decidedly, made up stories lighting the past of Henry, of his glorious present, and his hoaries, all the ...
311. On the Birth of a Posthumous Child (Robert Burns Poem)
SWEET flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love, And ward o' mony a prayer, What heart o' stane wad thou na move, ...
305. Song-Gudewife, count the lawin (Robert Burns Poems)
GANE is the day, and mirk's the night, But we'll ne'er stray for faut o' light; Gude ale and bratdy's ...
The Everlasting Gospel (William Blake Poems)
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
The Sonnets To Orpheus: XIX (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
Though the world keeps changing its form as fast as a cloud, still what is accomplished falls home to the ...
Imitations of Horace: The First Epistle of the Second Book (Alexander Pope Poems)
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
Love Is A Parallax (Sylvia Plath Poems)
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
Berck-Plage (Sylvia Plath Poems)
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
In Arthur’s House (William Morris Poems)
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
Love (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Love means to learn to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one ...
TSUNAMI (Sharon Esther Lampert Poems)
How many tears can the ocean hold? What the history books Don't tell you is that The Indian Ocean was ...
Comus (John Milton Poems)
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
The Hope of the Resurrection (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Though I have watched so many mourners weep O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep- Those dead seemed ...