Our Garden (Juliana Horatia Ewing Poems)
The winter is gone; and at first Jack and I were sad,Because of the snow-man's melting, but now we are ...
Poems about labels (16 Poems)
The Man with the Hoe – A Reply (John Vance Cheney Poems)
NATURE reads not our labels, "great" and "small";Accepts she one and allWho, striving, win and hold the vacant place;All are ...
Bermuda (Hattie Howard Poems)
O charming blossom of the sea Atlantic waters bosomed in! Abiding-place of gayety, Elysian bower of "Cora Linn," The sprightly, lively _debiteuse_ Recounting all she ...
The Night Ride (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
Gas flaring on the yellow platform; voices running up and down;Milk-tins in cold dented silver; half-awake I stare,Pull up the ...
The Stones of Gosh (C J Dennis Poems)
Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh, In the end of the year umteen;Of the Glugs of ...
The Intro (C J Dennis Poems)
'Er name's Doreen…Well spare me bloomin' days!You could er knocked me down wiv 'arf a brick! Yes, me, that kids ...
Bruise blue (Dale Harcombe Poem)
Frail as smoke, she drifts through the crowded train, bringing with her the cold ashes of poverty. Without a word, ...
ulster (Rg Gregory Poem)
fancy shooting a man dead for an old label but think if there weren't any old labels nobody would ever ...
Refilling the Bottles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The plastic bottles filling the fridge refilling them with water not throwing them out Stripping the labels no longer store ...
Changing the Labels (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Changing the labels how I see myself a new creation, a new thing turning toward Christ dropping the old holding ...
In Relationship (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An understanding of God essence of love all revealed in relationship; not in institutions, labels, rules, much more, more profound ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
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 ...
Said The Poet To The Analyst (Anne Sexton Poems)
My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees. I confess I am only ...
City Gent (Craig Raine Poems)
On my desk, a set of labels or a synopsis of leeks, blanched by the sun and trailing their roots ...
We Go Out Together In the Staring Town (Kenneth Patchen Poems)
We go out together into the staring town And buy cheese and bread and little jugs with flowered labels Everywhere ...