Snow Fort (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It all starts with the quality, the density, the size of the snow bank. True now, true forty years ago; ...
Poems about inner (49 Poems)
Translucent Yellow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A Georgia O'Keeffe tableau the inner parts of the fertile ripe iris yellow on yellow ablaze with the sunset's rays ...
In the Dark Places Where She Dwell (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So much sadness years of suffering A long night of pain She struggled for rapture for something to cling to ...
Canoeing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Carving through the waters All is at peace Nature all around me One with the paddle, with the water Echoes ...
Would You Marry Me, Again (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
If you would say yes to my plea, my prayer, on bended knee I would marry you again, joyfully for ...
Blood on the Lintels (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Blood shed in fulfillment, willingly spilled for us spread blood of the lamb Blood on the lintels, the threshold, the ...
Our Highest Ideal (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like stars, he made the allusion, the metaphor of ideals that are beyond our grasp, eternally out of our reach, ...
Ode to Cage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Must I approach Silence loudly Not to infringe? Did I steal his thunder In church, yesterday Inner voice, unspoken Thought, ...
Frozen Image – v4 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
Discernment (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Listening for that still quiet voice that inner calm, a certainty A welling up of a thought, an idea the ...
Frozen Image – version 3 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
Between (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Between melancholy and disquiet a brooding cloud of the restless soul pacing the floor, wondering the next steps, on a ...
New England Mind (Robert Francis Poem)
My mind matches this understand land. Outdoors the pencilled tree, the wind-carved drift, Indoors the constant fire, the careful thrift ...
A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears, and Some Books (Robert Frost Poems)
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Tree At My Window (Robert Frost Poem)
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain ...
Birches (Robert Frost Poem)
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
The Outer — from the Inner (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Outer -- from the Inner Derives its Magnitude -- 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood ...
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 -- ...
There’s something quieter than sleep (Emily Dickinson Poems)
There's something quieter than sleep Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast -- And will not ...
Talk to me of love (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
Sweetness Of The Decent Night (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones and said the things I ought to hear then ...
Fountain of your rise (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Michelle, the thought of you confused or under siege bereaves us; you, the cheerful heart who waged a silent war ...
The Obesion (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Preamble (A Rough Draft For An Ars Poetica) (Jean Cocteau Poem)
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
The Black Virgin (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
Age (Robert Creeley Poem)
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
To William Wordsworth (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...