Essential Beauty (Philip Larkin Poem)
In frames as large as rooms that face all ways And block the ends of streets with giant loaves, Screen ...
Poems about loaves (28 Poems)
WALTER VON DER VOGELWEID (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
The Broken Balance (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
A Sad State Of Freedom (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
You waste the attention of your eyes, the glittering labour of your hands, and knead the dough enough for dozens ...
from the Ansty Experience (Rg Gregory Poem)
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
I DREAM OF MY GRANDMOTHER AND GREAT-GRANDMOTHER (Maria Mazziotti Gillan Poem)
I imagine them walking down rocky paths toward me, strong, Italian women returning at dusk from fields where they worked ...
Scatter the Seeds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Freely, extravagantly scatter the seeds more than enough as with the loaves and fishes our daily bread All that we ...
The Blessings Rippled (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The little kindnesses spreading outward the blessings rippled across the seas our acts needing to be mindful proclaiming Christ in ...
Sharing What We Have (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Always enough making a difference sharing what we have the seeds of our faith More than sufficient even the crumbs ...
Enough for the Tribes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Christ waiting sensing the people come for him needing to be fed Blessing the meal the loaves and fishes enough ...
All He Had (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All he had, two fish, five loaves giving all, for them a different story than the others an offering, a ...
The Fruits of Our Labor (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We prayed together, to the creator, the source of all we have, offering "the fruit of our labor"; but the ...
The Fruits of Our Labor (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We prayed together, to the creator, the source of all we have, offering "the fruit of our labor"; but the ...
Out of His Compassion (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They were all welcome, all were healed, made whole all of them were fed, sustained by their daily bread, he ...
Bread, Blessed of Heaven (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He lifted the bread to heaven the simple loaves, the fishes two raised to heaven, the source of the blessing, ...
In Them the Miracle Revealed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He blessed the loaves, the fishes held up to heaven, broken to share In them, the miracle revealed sharing five ...
Not even Enough for Themselves (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Only five loaves, two fishes not even enough for themselves barely, just enough for the twelve for the disciples, for ...
Even When He Grieved (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He healed the sick, ministered to them all the son a servant to their needs even when he grieved the ...
More than Fish, More than Bread (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The loaves, the fishes, the feeding of the five thousand the gathering of the tribes, of the people of the ...
Serve Today (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are to serve today, follow the master, and our needs will be met Follow me he told them and ...
The Morning Baking (Carolyn Forche Poem)
Grandma, come back, I forgot How much lard for these rolls Think you can put yourself in the ground Like ...
Mending Wall (Robert Frost Poem)
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it And spills the upper boulder in ...
Demolition (Mark Doty Poem)
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
He is alive, this morning — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He is alive, this morning -- He is alive -- and awake -- Birds are resuming for Him -- Blossoms ...
The Old Song (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
519. Ballad on Mr. Heron’s Election-No. 2 (Robert Burns Poems)
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...
The Last Supper (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
They are assembled, astonished and disturbed round him, who like a sage resolved his fate, and now leaves those to ...