Christ-filled (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A quick email to family, to friends, deciding to use the phrase Christ-filled knowing that not all would believe, that ...
Poems about holiday (36 Poems)
Holiday Ties (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They came out of storage, off the rack around my neck, starting today, thirteen, maybe fourteen ties (or at least ...
Raining Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We were all in prayer heads bowed in the sanctuary as she began to speak to proclaim our petitions speak ...
Scab Maids On Speed (Maggie Estep Poem)
My first job was when I was about 15. I had met a girl named Hope who became my best ...
Compensation (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Why should I keep holiday, When other men have none? Why but because when these are gay, I sit and ...
The Naming Of Cats (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at ...
The Czar’s Last Christmas Letter: A Barn in the Urals (Norman Dubie Poems)
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
You know that Portrait in the Moon — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
You know that Portrait in the Moon -- So tell me who 'tis like -- The very Brow -- the ...
We wear our sober Dresses when we die, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
We wear our sober Dresses when we die, But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday Adjourns her sigh -- (Emily ...
Unto my Books — so good to turn — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Unto my Books -- so good to turn -- Far ends of tired Days -- It half endears the Abstinence ...
The Sun — just touched the Morning (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Sun -- just touched the Morning -- The Morning -- Happy thing -- Supposed that He had come to ...
The lonesome for they know not What (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The lonesome for they know not What -- The Eastern Exiles -- be -- Who strayed beyond the Amber line ...
The Bird did prance — the Bee did play — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play -- The Sun ran miles away So blind with joy he ...
So glad we are — a Stranger’d deem (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Twas sorry, that we were -- For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear -- Nor how Ourselves ...
Removed from Accident of Loss (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days -- Myself had just to earn ...
One Day is there of the Series (Emily Dickinson Poem)
One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory. Neither Patriarch nor ...
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad, There's not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boughs -- ...
Me — come! My dazzled face (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Me -- come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me -- hear! My foreign Ear The sounds of ...
Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today Whose having lived is held by us in ...
It’s thoughts — and just One Heart (Emily Dickinson Poems)
It's thoughts -- and just One Heart -- And Old Sunshine -- about -- Make frugal -- Ones -- Content ...
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead Came the Darker Way -- Carriages -- Be Sure -- and Guests -- ...
Exhilaration — is within (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Exhilaration -- is within -- There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand The Soul achieves ...
‘Tis so appalling — it exhilarates (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates -- So over Horror, it half Captivates -- The Soul stares after it, secure ...
That is solemn we have ended (Emily Dickinson Poem)
That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday ...
There is a morn by men unseen (Emily Dickinson Poem)
There is a morn by men unseen -- Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May -- And all ...
Acrostic (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Little maidens, when you look On this little story-book, Reading with attentive eye Its enticing history, Never think that hours ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Walking Across The Atlantic (Billy Collins Poem)
I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach before stepping onto the first wave. Soon I am walking ...
A little while, a little while (Emily Bronte Poem)
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...