Staring into the Flame (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sitting still, quiet, alone, in the living room of my boyhood alone with my thoughts after the Christmas day watching ...
Poems about linger (50 Poems)
Chicken Soup (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Is it the soup, or its making that soothes, bleeds stress, changes the mind, cutting through the cares of the ...
Smell of Autumn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Another smell of autumn sweet sweet smell of Concord grapes warming ripening ready to burst with flavor strong urgent smell ...
Rain on Vacation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was raining when they awoke hear it tapping on the air conditioner on the bulkhead below the kitchen window ...
Athenaeum (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
History, biography, adventure found in the pages I read how long I wanted to linger in reading the names on ...
Proudly Lust after our Sloth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As a law student, I long to Relish in sloth Kick back, lounge Linger when I shouldn't Lull the hours ...
In The Quiet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Between the rush and edge In the quiet Slower gentle times I reach for you To hold you Lean into ...
Barry in the Morning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He's on the stereo Smoky, sultry, Words dripping After waking, Start of day You in my arms Smell of you ...
Smiles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Smiles on our lips, On our cheeks, In our eyes and in our hearts Even in parting Last with me ...
Musings (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Touching your cool Bronze skin Coursing my fingers Like a reader of Braille, Silently in the dark In our sanctuary ...
Sand Castles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Molded and shaped Specks of the rocks they once were Packed and organized in the buckets Like the seconds of ...
Prof. vere de blaw (Eugene Field Poem)
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
In The Firelight (Eugene Field Poem)
The fire upon the hearth is low, And there is stillness everywhere, While like winged spirits, here and there, The ...
Overnight at the Riverside Tower (Tu Fu Poem)
Evening colors linger on mountain paths. Out beyond this study perched over River Gate, At the cliff's edge, frail clouds ...
Alone, Looking for Blossoms Along the River (Tu Fu Poem)
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
On Going Unnoticed (Robert Frost Poem)
As vain to raise a voice as a sigh In the tumult of free leaves on high. What are you ...
The Death of the Hired Man (Robert Frost Poem)
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
An Ode, On The Death Of Mr. Henry Purcell (John Dryden Poem)
Late Servant to his Majesty, and Organist of the Chapel Royal, and of St. Peter's Westminster I Mark how the ...
The Black Birds (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Once, only once, I saw it clear, -- That Eden every human heart has dreamed A hundred times, but ...
Tell as a Marksman — were forgotten (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten Tell -- this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears ...
Promise This — When You be Dying — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Promise This -- When You be Dying -- Some shall summon Me -- Mine belong Your latest Sighing -- Mine ...
If I could bribe them by a Rose (Emily Dickinson Poem)
If I could bribe them by a Rose I'd bring them every flower that grows From Amherst to Cashmere! I ...
The best days of my life (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
What is it about Bryan Adams and his song 'Summer of 69'? Why do the lyrics linger? Was it 90° ...
Men with trivial scars (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
Sorrow (Li Ching Chao Poem)
To the melody of "Sheng Sheng Man" I pine and peak And questless seek Groping and moping to linger and ...
MOTIF (Graham Burchell Poem)
Three notes I allowed aloud to sum the August beachiness of herring gull railway pigeon otherwise birdless fishless conjoin - ...
YARNER (Graham Burchell Poem)
A place of dryad and hamadryad, there are eyes here by the million. Many divert to watch me. Threatened, they ...
VII. At a Village in Scotland…. (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
O NORTH! as thy romantic vales I leave, And bid farewell to each retiring hill, Where thoughtful fancy seems to ...
Tokens (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
Tokens (William Barnes Poem)
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...