Amazing Power (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lord, grant us the power to go into the world and do amazing work in Your holy name. Help us ...
Poems about lifting (44 Poems)
Something of Heaven (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He reminded us of a truth too oft' forgotten faith can afford, offers a glimpse, a foreshadowing a foretaste Something ...
Their Heritage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So right to honor, to pay tribute to thank them, before Pentecost before the joining of new members so noble ...
Eating the Word (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He spoke metaphorically so should we eat knowing that the bread is his body that the grape juice his blood ...
The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Home Burial (Robert Frost Poem)
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Four Quartets 2: East Coker (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
The Voice of Robert Desnos (Robert Desnos Poem)
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
Metro North (Mark Doty Poem)
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Turtle, Swan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
Fire-Fly City (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Like a long arrow through the dark the train is darting, Bearing me far away, after a perfect day of ...
The Bistro Styx (Rita Dove Poem)
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Leda (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple ...
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 ...
Shoveling Snow With Buddha (Billy Collins Poem)
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
On Hearing (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
O stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that die In the long vaultings of this ancient fane! Stay, for I may ...
Dawlish (John Betjeman Poem)
Bird-watching colonels on the old sea wall, Down here at Dawlish where the slow trains crawl: Low tide lifting, on ...
Dark Night (Frank Bidart Poem)
(John of the Cross) In a dark night, when the light burning was the burning of love (fortuitous night, fated, ...
The Rain Was Ending, And Light (Laurence Binyon Poem)
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child's ...
Medusa (Louise Bogan Poem)
I had come to the house, in a cave of trees, Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved, -- a bell ...
Portrait of a Baby (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Dream Song 117: Disturbed, when Henry’s love returned with a hubby (John Berryman Poems)
Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby,â?" I see that, Henry, I don't put that down,â?" he thought he ...
THE SWAN (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
Time’s Revenges (Robert Browning Poems)
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Young In New Orleans (Charles Bukowski Poem)
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...