Jacob, I Understand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A fall on the ice, two plus year ago a concave spot, in my left hip, where it once was ...
Poems about keys (41 Poems)
A True Samaritan (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He had a stroke, we had no car. He told his wife to give us the keys, while he was ...
The Hum of the Fan (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr ...
A Year in Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A poem a day, for the past year flowing from the keys I press, the pen, the paper, the gift ...
Unfocused (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Where is the thread The need to be on point Playing when I should be reading Looking for more sources ...
Alone (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Gone Keys back Apartment quiet Empty boxes Bare walls Colder (Raymond A. Foss)
Typist (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Early morning (or very late night) Carbon and ink eraser, with the bristles Before Whiteout The Corona clacked away Her ...
Pillows of snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pillows of light, white snow Atop the raspberry bramble At the back of the yard The edge of the wild ...
Grandpa (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Smell of oil, of chlorine Burn the nose of this six year old My grandfather in his domain At the ...
Ten Maidens (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Five of ten enter by the narrow gate the rest are caught asleep, unprepared lamps empty, without their oil in ...
In the Hushed Choir Loft (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the dark of the empty sanctuary he toiled, alone, refining his skill preparing himself, by drill and practice to ...
The Clyster (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IF truth give pleasure, surely we should try; To found our tales on what we can rely; Th' experiment repeatedly ...
Ode To Beauty (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
Conversation Galante (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I OBSERVE: "Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John's balloon Or an ...
Sonnet XXIX: When Conquering Love (Michael Drayton Poem)
To the Senses When conquering Love did first my Heart assail, Unto mine aid I summon'd every Sense, Doubting, if ...
The Bells of Malines (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
He fumbles at your Soul (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on -- He stuns you ...
The earth has many keys, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature's fact. But witness for ...
To win a game (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
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 ...
Steve’s tears (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
My beloved called to me to come and see Steve's tears, he was crying on TV; Steve Irwin, The Crocodile ...
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 ...
Dharma (Billy Collins Poem)
The way the dog trots out the front door every morning without a hat or an umbrella, without any money ...
That’s What I Said (April Bernard Poems)
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
To Urania (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
Everything has its limit, including sorrow. A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon a leaf. One may ...
Jessie (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast, And yields the golden keys, Then is it as if God caress'd Twin ...
Music (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
Freedom of Love (Andre Breton Poem)
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
The Night (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired ...
The Death and Last Confession of Wandering Peter (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
When Peter Wanderwide was young He wandered everywhere he would: All that he approved was sung, And most of what ...