Ant Tracks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
under a rock a cityscape hidden from view roads, side streets, and big highways between the entrances to their homes ...
Poems about homes (45 Poems)
Graves of New Orleans (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There is something rare something grand something right about the graves of New Orleans not hidden flat stones carved names ...
Menemsha (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A village where time forgot to reset the clock Where homes are clad in grey hiding a joy in starting ...
Planner (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the dirt in the space under the pines A town planner toils roads and structures stone walls of gravel ...
Gossamer Bags (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Gossamer bags Clutched in the treetops Drink the morning dew Glisten in the early light Tent caterpillar homes, now vacant ...
The peter-bird (Eugene Field Poem)
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Encounter (Robert Francis Poem)
Those who have touched it or been touched by it Or brushed by something that the vine has brushed, Or ...
Morning Rain (Tu Fu Poem)
A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light. I hear it among treetop leaves before mist Arrives. Soon it sprinkles ...
Full Moon (Tu Fu Poem)
Above the tower -- a lone, twice-sized moon. On the cold river passing night-filled homes, It scatters restless gold across ...
The Vantage Point (Robert Frost Poem)
If tired of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn, To a slope ...
Musketaquid (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
Ode To Beauty (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
Under Siege (Mahmoud Darwish Poem)
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
In May (William Henry Davies Poem)
Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and ...
The Ancestral Dwelling (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
The Sunrise runs for Both — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Sunrise runs for Both -- The East -- Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill -- The Noon unwinds ...
Talk not to me of Summer Trees (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Talk not to me of Summer Trees The foliage of the mind A Tabernacle is for Birds Of no corporeal ...
Away from Home are some and I — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Away from Home are some and I -- An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly ...
Alone, I cannot be (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Alone, I cannot be -- For Hosts -- do visit me -- Recordless Company -- Who baffle Key -- They ...
The farthest Thunder that I heard (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The farthest Thunder that I heard Was nearer than the Sky And rumbles still, though torrid Noons Have lain their ...
The House of Christmas (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All ...
The Secret People (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
I Am 25 (Gregory Corso Poem)
With a love a madness for Shelley Chatterton Rimbaud and the needy-yap of my youth has gone from ear to ...
The Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Nightingale’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Slough (John Betjeman Poem)
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a cow. ...
Song (Anne Bronte Poem)
We know where deepest lies the snow, And where the frost-winds keenest blow, O'er every mountain's brow, We long have ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...