Web (Denise Levertov Poem)
Intricate and untraceable weaving and interweaving, dark strand with light: designed, beyond all spiderly contrivance, to link, not to entrap: ...
Poems about intricate (31 Poems)
Aubade (Philip Larkin Poem)
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the ...
Redbud Trail – Winter (James Lee Jobe Poem)
It??Ts two muddy miles from Highway 20, just past the north fork of Cache Creek, across the broad meadow, through ...
eight roundels (Rg Gregory Poem)
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
El Cafetal (Rafael Guillen Poem)
I came with the rising sun and I've brought nothing but two eyes, all I have, simply two eyes, for ...
With Some Green Remaining (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The blazing yellow offset against the white the black outlines the birch before its sleeping With some green remaining ribbing ...
Slowly, Surely – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words of scripture like a tapestry on a loom a quilt of many squares intricate, time consuming worthy of ...
Slowly, Surely (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words of scripture like a tapestry on a loom a quilt of many squares intricate, time consuming Slowly, surely ...
Everything Ordered (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Everything ordered intricate, sublime yet everything sensitive to your choice and mine The world, all of creation the tapestry, the ...
A Thread in the Web (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not separate, alone each of us woven a thread in the web connected to all life All of creation part ...
Awestruck by Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Needing to stop to truly look to ponder the artistry the complexity in amazement at the master's work Awestruck by ...
Words I have written (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Someone finding, fragments, words I have written calling them to these snippets of my life from so far away Wondering ...
The Stealth of Her Design (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the early morning dewlight the stealth of her design the intricate lattice revealed. Ribbons concentric ovals rays, lines radiating ...
As threadbare as old cheesecloth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Last year's maple leaf, or maybe older still no flesh remaining, just the dry bones maybe the veins and arteries, ...
The Voice of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The eye and the ear, all the senses hear the voice of creation the glory of God revealed, speaking where ...
Acrostics (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Alphabetic writing Coming alive on the page Reading the meaning in the letters Overcoming the mundane language Seeing the possibilities ...
Lincoln (John Gould Fletcher Poem)
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
Poem For Maya (Carolyn Forche Poem)
Dipping our bread in oil tins we talked of morning peeling open our rooms to a moment of almonds, olives ...
A Display Of Mackeral (Mark Doty Poem)
They lie in parallel rows, on ice, head to tail, each a foot of luminosity barred with black bands, which ...
Good night, because we must, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito! Saucy, Saucy Seraph To ...
This House Which Is Lived In (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
This house which is lived in resounds with the chorus of voices bound in the press of its generous, unconcealed ...
The Cobweb (Raymond Carver Poem)
A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck of the house. From there I could see and hear the ...
There was crimson clash of war. (Stephen Crane Poem)
There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who ...
The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Flight (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song (Conrad Aiken Poem)
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Bored (Margaret Atwood Poem)
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
London in July (Amy Levy Poems)
What ails my senses thus to cheat? What is it ails the place, That all the people in the street ...
Galahad, Knight Who Perished (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL CRUSADERS AGAINST THE INTERNATIONAL AND INTERSTATE TRAFFIC IN YOUNG GIRLS Galahad . . . soldier ...