The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Poems about lapping (31 Poems)
The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Lead Soldiers (Amy Lowell Poem)
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Hiawatha’s Childhood (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
La Nuit Blanche (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
Harp Song of the Dane Women (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey ...
After the Earthquake (Erica Jong Poem)
After the first astounding rush, after the weeks at the lake, the crystal, the clouds, the water lapping the rocks, ...
The House In The Woods (Randall Jarrell Poem)
At the back of the houses there is the wood. While there is a leaf of summer left, the wood ...
Rite of Spring (Seamus Heaney Poem)
So winter closed its fist And got it stuck in the pump. The plunger froze up a lump In its ...
Casualty (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
snowdrop blaze (Rg Gregory Poem)
from late december onwards the day comes back but not till february do we see those glimpses that let us ...
My Sad Captains (Thom Gunn Poem)
One by one they appear in the darkness: a few friends, and a few with historical names. How late they ...
Stand Resolute (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
On the rock of Christ wearing the armor of God Stand resolute firm against the storm the powers of hell ...
Surrounded by God’s Love (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Like our mother's womb wrapped by the presence of God the living waters surrounded by God's love drenched in the ...
Lapping at our feet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What will it take to prove the science before the ice caps melt what will we need to show to ...
Foggy day on the ocean (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
A Shimmering Line (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The light of the moon a shimmering line across the skin of the lake rising and falling, undulating toward the ...
A Working Pier (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a dock, a working pier out into the estuary the pull of the tides, swaying seaweed barnacles, algae, the smell ...
They are Our Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When a brother, a sister one of our neighbors begins to fall, to sink the hands to reach out, Christ's ...
Pine Needle Floorboards (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Silence steps, into the chapel the open-air sanctuary walking in silence a mere rubbing underfoot less than a crunch pine ...
Dollars in the Sand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Head turned down to the sand sunburn to be, on the back of my neck looking for the little treasures ...
Arctic Ice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
These words, "arctic ice" in the search string on my computer track the telling, epiphany above the circle the telling ...
Wistfully Watching (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was wistfully watching the activity at the edge of the lake her sisters laughing, splashing, playing in the waves ...
He said, “Come.” (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Heeding the simple command of his Master's voice instinctively, reflexively without thought or doubt stepping out in faith Being the ...
In the Dark of Night (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A small solitary island without television, phone without running water But it had the call of the loon the splash ...
A Hot Breakfast (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They, whoever they are, say you should eat a good hot breakfast I don't think they had this in mind ...
Spawned Salmon (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lost past exhaustion she floated, lapping the shore with the wind and tide Completed, her journey done, spent Returning to ...
Aloneness (Ian Emberson Poem)
Loneliness and aloneness they are not the same for the shell of the mind hears echoes of many seas it ...
The ‘Ole in the Ark (Marriott Edgar Poems)
One evening at dusk as Noah stood on his Ark, Putting green oil in starboard side lamp, His wife came ...