How Much They Have Grown (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I heard the murmurs, the exclaiming the muted hushed knowing on the growing, the maturing the changes in all of ...
Poems about hushed (42 Poems)
Imparting Wisdom, the Wisdom of Faith (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wisdom poured down, palpable wisdom like a living stream pouring forth from behind the pulpit out onto the hushed sanctuary ...
No Running (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Earnest, nodding heads a trio of repentant souls agreeing with the restated rule, after cleaning the debris, the drying eyes, ...
Breaking Camp (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
At 1:00 in the morning on a moonlit, starlit night in northern Maine, in the Allagash Wilderness silent strangers, worked ...
More than Bread (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He brought tears to my eyes, so quickly this time, because he paused caught me with the pacing, the cadence ...
A Purple Trumpet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A hushed purple trumpet hangs heavy on its vine, held by the connections, the hooks the nature of itself, wet ...
Alabaster Air (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I can remember a night a hushed quiet night when I sat and melted in the alabaster air bleed from ...
Ssh, Pastor Peter is Praying (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her four-year old body figgeted, struggled to sit still in the pew to quiet her spirit where the sermon was ...
Moonlight (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Board meeting over Stars and clouds call. Alone on the lake, Time to unwind. 11 o'clock under A moonlit sky. ...
Yeah, But How is the Ham? (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Hushed service sanctuary in prayer people sharing, concerns raised speaking mike passed Ann holds her hand up to share a ...
A Spring Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The world is wet today luxurious, damp, drenched drops hug the leaves, anoint the still budded lilac blossoms before their ...
A New Shepherd (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We heard a new shepherd in the quiet of the congregation listening, hanging on each new word our attention held ...
The Divine Lullaby (Eugene Field Poem)
I hear Thy voice, dear Lord; I hear it by the stormy sea When winter nights are black and wild, ...
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 Trial by Existence (Robert Frost Poem)
Even the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on ...
The Line-Gang (Robert Frost Poem)
Here come the line-gang pioneering by, They throw a forest down less cut than broken. They plant dead trees for ...
October (Robert Frost Poem)
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste ...
Sweeney among the Nightingales (T. S. Eliot Poem)
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
A Legend of Service (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
Tales in the beginning (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
Futurelessness (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned 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 ...
The Eolian Harp (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Silence (Billy Collins Poem)
Now it is time to say what you have to say. The room is quiet. The whirring fan has been ...
MOTIF (Graham Burchell Poem)
Three notes I allowed aloud to sum the August beachiness of herring gull railway pigeon otherwise birdless fishless conjoin - ...
Reconnaissance (Arna Bontemps Poem)
After the cloud embankments, the lamentation of wind and the starry descent into time, we came to the flashing waters ...
The Woods Entry (Laurence Binyon Poem)
So old is the wood, so old, Old as Fear. Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushed leaves; No sound near. Shadows ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
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, ...