Signs of the Times (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah, Frost a-comin' in de night, Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin', Possum keepin' out o' sight. ...
Poems about key (51 Poems)
Life’s Tragedy (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
It may be misery not to sing at all, And to go silent through the brimming day; It may be ...
The Morning after Woe (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Morning after Woe -- 'Tis frequently the Way -- Surpasses all that rose before -- For utter Jubilee -- ...
If I may have it, when it’s dead, (Emily Dickinson Poems)
If I may have it, when it's dead, I'll be contented -- so -- If just as soon as Breath ...
Alone, I cannot be (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Alone, I cannot be -- For Hosts -- do visit me -- Recordless Company -- Who baffle Key -- They ...
After a hundred years (Emily Dickinson Poem)
After a hundred years Nobody knows the Place Agony that enacted there Motionless as Peace Weeds triumphant ranged Strangers strolled ...
A Prison gets to be a friend — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Prison gets to be a friend -- Between its Ponderous face And Ours -- a Kinsmanship express -- And ...
I cannot live with You — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I cannot live with You -- It would be Life -- And Life is over there -- Behind the Shelf ...
It was not Death, for I stood up, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down -- It was not Night, for ...
Thank you Ambrose (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Thank you Ambrose for the kitchen door ajar, a sign your friendship never closed on me, an amity extended from ...
Key economy (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Words today are how'd you say, in sad retreat, or obsolete? They slide around conducting sound, deferent to moving ground ...
White Nassau (Bliss Carman Poem)
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
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 ...
To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus (Richard Crashaw Poem)
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
The Wizard Way (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Buddhist (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
Hymn to Lucifer (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
The Wizard Way (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Buddhist (Aleister Crowley Poem)
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
Hymn to Lucifer (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
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!- ...
The Shroud of Color (Countee Cullen Poem)
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
The Mad Gardener’s Song (Lewis Carroll Poems)
He thought he saw an Elephant, That practised on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter ...
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Mad Blake (William Rose Benet Poem)
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye, And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart. ...
Millennium (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
The great millennium is at hand. Redder apples grow on the tree. A saxophone is in ev'ry band. Brandy no ...
From On Being Fired Again (Erin Belieu Poem)
I've known the pleasures of being fired at least eleven times- most notably by Larry who found my snood unsuitable, ...
The Stranger (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
The Voice (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, ...
Elegy (Ambrose Bierce Poem)
The cur foretells the knell of parting day; The loafing herd winds slowly o'er the lea; The wise man homewards ...