The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo (Edward Lear Poem)
I On the Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow, In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-B?. ...
Poems about jug (31 Poems)
The Akond of Swat (Edward Lear Poem)
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (Omar Khayyam Poem)
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Cinderella (Randall Jarrell Poem)
Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances, The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ...
Letters From A Man In Solitary (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
Trusting God to Act (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Going when he was called asking to be fed the prophet and the widow trusting God to act Relying on ...
The Jug Never Empty (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The oil sufficient the jug never empty their daily bread ever provided by God Only to be faithful humble before ...
The Pitcher (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE simple Jane was sent to bring Fresh water from the neighb'ring spring; The matter pressed, no time to waste, ...
The Meadows In Spring (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
'Tis a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, oh! sighing. ...
Old Song (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
TIS a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, O sighing! ...
The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork Without a Revery -- And so encountering a Fly This January Day Jamaicas of ...
Between the form of Life and Life (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Between the form of Life and Life The difference is as big As Liquor at the Lip between And Liquor ...
The New Omar (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
A Book of verses underneath the bough, Provided that the verses do not scan, A loaf of bread, a jug ...
Syrinx (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Like the foghorn that's all lung, the wind chime that's all percussion, like the wind itself, that's merely air in ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
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 ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
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 ...
Saltbush Bill, J.P. (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.'s ...
You’re (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Clownlike, happiest on your hands, Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled, Gilled like a fish. A common-sense Thumbs-down on the ...
Leaving Early (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Balloons (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Since Christmas they have lived with us, Guileless and clear, Oval soul-animals, Taking up half the space, Moving and rubbing ...
Ode To Wine (Pablo Neruda Poems)
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth ...
NO ONE EVER COMES (Vlanes Poems)
Eupatius thought: "Give him a thousand horses, a thousand bridles of eloquent gold. Wash his feet, feed him well, show ...
Conscious (Wilfred Owen Poems)
His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed. His eyes come open with a pull of will, Helped by the ...
Towards The Imminent Days (Section 4) (Les Murray Poems)
In my aunt's house, the milk jug's beaded crochet cover tickles the ear. We've eaten boiled things with butter. Pie ...
The Bonnie Lass o’ Ruily (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas in the village of Ruily there lived a bonnie lass With red, pouting lips which few lasses could surpass, ...