The Poet’s Calendar (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
Poems about hips (31 Poems)
Jazz Chick (Bob Kaufman Poem)
Music from her breast, vibrating Soundseared into burnished velvet. Silent hips deceiving fools. Rivulets of trickling ecstacy From the alabaster ...
Colder (Erica Jong Poem)
He was six foot four, and forty-six and even colder than he thought he was James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks ...
Spirit Dity Of No Fax Line Dial Tone (Bob Hicok Poem)
The telephone company calls and asks what the fuss is. Betty from the telephone company, who's not concerned with the ...
Another Awkward Stage Of Convalescence (Bob Hicok Poem)
Drunk, I kissed the moon where it stretched on the floor. I'd removed happiness from a green bottle, both sipped ...
The Grauballe Man (Seamus Heaney Poem)
As if he had been poured in tar, he lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep the ...
Bride and Groom Lie Hidden for Three Days (Ted Hughes Poem)
She gives him his eyes, she found them Among some rubble, among some beetles He gives her her skin He ...
Bluenote Time (Adrian Green Poem)
in the soft jazz and midnight hour your eyes are dancing close to mine a sway of hips, a touch ...
Death & Fame (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
Night in New Orleans (Nuhawluns) (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Big Easy A world away From home My ears rang and sang With the loud jazz music The jumbalaya ...
When it was autumn in Eden (Ian Emberson Poem)
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
The Young Ones, Flip Side (James A. Emanuel Poem)
In tight pants, tight skirts, Stretched or squeezed, Youth hurts, Crammed in, bursting out, Flesh will sing And hide its ...
Bojangles And Jo (James A. Emanuel Poem)
Stairstep music: ups, downs, Bill Robinson smiling, jazzdancing the rounds. She raised champagne lips, danced inside banana hips. All Paris ...
The Obesion (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
To Kathleen, after Neruda (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
As the salmon seeks its mother gravel through the lying ions of the sea, I seek you. Without your body ...
White Nassau (Bliss Carman Poem)
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
The Cuckoo (John Clare Poem)
The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, With narrow pointed wings Whews o'er our heads-soon out of sight And as ...
Anorexic (Eavan Boland Poem)
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...
Freedom of Love (Andre Breton Poem)
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
79. Adam Armour’s Prayer (Robert Burns Poems)
GUDE pity me, because I'm little! For though I am an elf o' mettle, An' can, like ony wabster's shuttle, ...
A Pity, We Were Such A Good Invention (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
They amputated Your thighs off my hips. As far as I'm concerned They are all surgeons. All of them. They ...
Momma Welfare Roll (Maya Angelou Poem)
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips Where bones idle under years of fatback And lima ...
Phenomenal Woman (Maya Angelou Poem)
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when ...
28. Poor Mailie’s Elegy (Robert Burns Poems)
LAMENT in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie's fate is at a close, ...
59. Death and Dr. Hornbook (Robert Burns Poems)
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
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 ...
The Clean Plater (Ogden Nash Poems)
Some singers sing of ladies' eyes, And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike ways, And course ones ...
The Perfect Husband (Ogden Nash Poems)
He tells you when you've got on too much lipstick And helps you with your girdle when your hips stick. ...
The Wanderer (John Masefield Poems)
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...