Poems about hover (31 Poems)
WINTER JOURNEY OVER THE HARTZ MOUNTAINS. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
Manteau Three (Jorie Graham Poem)
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
Pitcher Plant (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Field trip On the bus Down the road To see science The bog Sucked my leg Into the sphagnum Florescent ...
Sky Mountains (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A range of mountains Hues of plum, rose, and rust hover above the terrestrial hills cloaked in winter's gray, brown, ...
Lady button-eyes (Eugene Field Poem)
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
Amber (Nick Flynn Poem)
Hover the imagined center, our tongues grew long to please it, licking the walls, a chamber built of scent, a ...
The Gentlemen In The Meadow (Russell Edson Poem)
Some gentlemen are floating in the meadow over the yellow grass. They seem to hover by those wonderful blue little ...
FOR THE LAST WOLVERINE (James Dickey Poem)
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
This Life Which Seems So Fair (William Drummond Poem)
This Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children's breath, Who ...
South Winds jostle them (Emily Dickinson Poem)
South Winds jostle them -- Bumblebees come -- Hover -- hesitate -- Drink, and are gone -- Butterflies pause On ...
Before the arthritis set in (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It's Wednesday, September 6th and a birthday, again, these things arrive tediously on time with wry regularity - and sadly, ...
On Receipt Of My Mother’s Picture (William Cowper Poems)
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
Madmen (Billy Collins Poem)
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
The Watch (Michael Burch Poem)
Moonlight spills down vacant sills, illuminates an empty bed. Dreams lie in crates. One hand creates wan silver circles, left ...
The Falconer of God (William Rose Benet Poem)
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride ...
Woak Hill (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
Woak Hill (William Barnes Poem)
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
Memory (Anne Bronte Poem)
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
Remembrance (Emily Bronte Poem)
Cold in the earth-and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I ...
The Charm (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
Second Best (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell ...
Charm, The (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Even Because (Ralph Angel Poem)
Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and rearrange without much fanfare or notice. Because you can't ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 02: The Screen Maiden (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
An Improvisation For Angular Momentum (A. R. Ammons Poem)
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
Memory Of Sun (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water ...
Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing (Margaret Atwood Poem)
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
The Book of Thel (William Blake Poems)
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...