The Deer Lay Down Their Bones (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the mountain Above the deep river-canyon. There was a little cataract ...
Poems about limp (31 Poems)
For K. J., Leaving and Coming Back (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
August First: it was a year ago we drove down from St.-Guilhem-le-Désert to open the house in St. Guiraud rented ...
Farmer, Dying (Richard Hugo Poem)
for Hank and Nancy Seven thousand acres of grass have faded yellow from his cough. These limp days, his anger, ...
Late Afternoon: The Onslaught Of Love (Anthony Hecht Poem)
For William and Emily Maxwell At this time of day One could hear the caulking irons sound Against the hulls ...
Labor Day (Louise Gluck Poem)
Requiring something lovely on his arm Took me to Stamford, Connecticut, a quasi-farm, His family's; later picking up the mammoth ...
Good and Evil XXII (Khalil Gibran Poem)
And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil." And he answered: Of ...
Describing Its Texture (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The crushed rose gathered yet so much living yet resting on the sleeve of my jacket taken off for the ...
Blood Red Burgundy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the road a broken rose picked probably yesterday A deep rich color of blood red, burgundy lying there, out ...
Ragged Wool (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
ragged wool hanging the wet milkweed seeds tethered, connected moored in their pods tied still to the ground Hovering limp, ...
Nothing By Myself (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Nothing, nothing of God by myself, my hands, my voice, my feet, my all as if a glove, sitting on ...
After the Frost (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Killing frost, limp dead petals; but pockets of color, of life remaining defying the date, the cold, the frost living ...
Crucified (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The fact, the truth, the certainty of the pain, the shame, the depth of the cross, the crucifixion of our ...
Drenched (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Limp, heavy, droopy blooms, thin skinned irises translucent, in the rain a gauze blouse exposing the skin underneath bejeweled rhododendron ...
Trapped by Flames (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
House ablaze, hissing, dying Crimson anguish My daughter upstairs, alone Helpless Firetruck - red, loud, racing, screech HELP ME! MY ...
Half Masts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
Half Staffs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
Struggle (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A bit of war poetry read by featured poets Brought it back to me that night on the floor Each ...
Winfreda (Eugene Field Poem)
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE) When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day, The fair Winfreda ...
Paul’s Wife (Robert Frost Poems)
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
Birches (Robert Frost Poem)
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
The Runcorn Ferry (Marriott Edgar Poem)
On the banks of the Mersey, o'er on Cheshire side, Lies Runcorn that's best known to fame By Transporter Bridge ...
Magna Carta (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell of the Magna Charter As were signed at the Barons' command On Runningmead Island in t' middle of ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
My Mother Would Be a Falconress (Robert Duncan Poem)
My mother would be a falconress, And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist, would fly to bring back from ...
Camping in a kitchen (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
To say we've done it all before is not to bend the truth and though we've lost our youth the ...
Picnic, Lightning (Billy Collins Poem)
It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. ...
56. Epistle to Davie, A Brother Poet (Robert Burns Poem)
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
Little Exercise (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
View Of The Capitol From The Library Of Congress (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
Improvisations: Light And Snow (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...