Essential Beauty (Philip Larkin Poem)
In frames as large as rooms that face all ways And block the ends of streets with giant loaves, Screen ...
Poems about imperfect (31 Poems)
The Smiles Of The Bathers (Weldon Kees Poem)
The smiles of the bathers fade as they leave the water, And the lover feels sadness fall as it ends, ...
Dead March (Weldon Kees Poem)
Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore, Imperfect kindling even in this ...
Daybreak (Galway Kinnell Poem)
On the tidal mud, just before sunset, dozens of starfishes were creeping. It was as though the mud were a ...
A Pindaric Ode (Ben Jonson Poem)
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, When the prodigious Hannibal did crown ...
For Joseph (Dale Harcombe Poem)
Your ears will never hear sounds that to me are ordinary as air. From the hour that you were born ...
Sonnet On The Death Of Mr Richard West (Thomas Gray Poem)
In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And redd'ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their ...
In a More Perfect World – 1 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In a more perfect world we would never have strayed we would held our Father we would not have slipped ...
Our Story to Share (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
No matter how damaged how chipped, imperfect We have a message our story to share how He healed me how ...
Imperfect People – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I fit the bill one of the imperfect people the lumps of clay on the potter's wheel Broken, chipped misshapen ...
Imperfect Teachers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
If we are authentic honestly sharing our faith effective witnesses imperfect teachers teaching of God's love through the way God ...
When We Are Not Straight (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our lives imperfect, leaning to one side or another away from the center, Christ when we are not straight Resetting ...
Without a Word (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Instantly, immediately their nets, their families, their lives left, abandoned, without a word when he but said, "rise and follow ...
His Candle Burning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His candle burning, brightly in the center of the altar, burning, source of the flames of all the saints named ...
Still Loves Us (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God so loved the world, so the scripture begins, of the father's love, the creator's wish to bring us back ...
Fully Rely On God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
By grace alone, not by our works we are saved, we can do great, extraordinary things As the people of ...
Imperfect People (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The bible's story imperfect people, able, by God's grace, to do extraordinary things acts of love, by faith alone, grace ...
Use Me as I am (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lord, even now, when I am cracked, chipped imperfect, use me as I am, to do your work, here in ...
Richard Minutolo (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
Friar Philip’s Geese (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR, The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware; Yet, why suppose the ...
Blight (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Their Height in Heaven comforts not — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Their Height in Heaven comforts not -- Their Glory -- nought to me -- 'Twas best imperfect -- as it ...
She hideth Her the last — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
She hideth Her the last -- And is the first, to rise -- Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing ...
Whom should I choose for my Judge? (fragment) (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Whom should I choose for my Judge? the earnest, impersonal reader, Who, in the work, forgets me and the world ...
Lays of Sorrow (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
From ‘Paracelsus’ (Robert Browning Poems)
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A Pretty Woman (Robert Browning Poem)
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! ...