A Keyhole to the Past (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A desk became a portal a keyhole to the past hiding a secret uncovering another a family fact unknown to ...
Poems about hiding (51 Poems)
Holding onto my Dicta (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Gray words on the page, drawing me in To your spell May I use you, argue with you Make my ...
Opinion (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Choice of words and meanings Inference in hiding Expanding rights Beyond facts Setting the stage To go further With the ...
Out of place (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Color mismatch Movement out of place A short, broke yew, late in the summer Dark green, Leather skin Shiny Broken ...
Silences (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We're good at silences under the surface, without contact hiding in plain view never dealing with, addressing true hurt, real ...
Mysterious Man (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Mysterious man Where have you gone; What is your story, really; Your allegiances, your faith? Hidden away from view Behind ...
Pair (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Craning to glimpse Around the bend Behind the trees Hiding in the fog Our swans Finding solitude Beside the other ...
The Rhemese (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
The Amorous Courtesan (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
King Candaules And The Doctor Of Laws (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
The Census-Taker (Robert Frost Poem)
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one ...
The Self-Seeker (Robert Frost Poem)
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
The Housekeeper (Robert Frost Poem)
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
Going for Water (Robert Frost Poem)
The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the ...
Mending Wall (Robert Frost Poem)
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it And spills the upper boulder in ...
Sleep Spaces (Robert Desnos Poem)
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
The White Bees (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
Sea-Gulls of Manhattan (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper, Where the ...
Lights Out (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
"Lights out" along the land, "Lights out" upon the sea. The night must put her hiding hand O'er peaceful towns ...
Longfellow (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
Morning (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
The mist has left the greening plain, The dew-drops shine like fairy rain, The coquette rose awakes again Her lovely ...
Absence disembodies — so does Death (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Absence disembodies -- so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as love -- Tenderness decreases ...
The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
The Curtain (Hayden Carruth Poem)
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. One can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, ...
The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Little Birds (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters ...
In Hilly-Wood (John Clare Poem)
How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me; Faintly are heard the ploughmen ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...