A Commonplace Day (Thomas Hardy Poem)
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
Poems about lowered (31 Poems)
De Profundis (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I "Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." - Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring ...
Empowering Our Promise (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The new thing our life together fulfilling our offering empowering our promise Radical hospitality breaking a hole a hole in ...
Four with Faith (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He must have been a beggar unable to enter the temple maybe without family sitting begging by the gate Four ...
Joined with Christ (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Bound with our savior joined with Christ into the community of believers another strand in the cord the fabric of ...
God in His Arms (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like so many others coming to him to repent of their sin washing in the waters as he lowered them ...
Saturated with New Color (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Seemingly wet, alive dripping, overflowing saturated with new color each flower giving, sharing pouring out, into the wings more than ...
Brought to the Throne of Grace (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The paralyzed man unable to move lying on the mat Brought to the throne of grace, of glory brought before ...
Into the Crowd (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The paralyzed man laying on the mat lowered through the ceiling into the hands of strangers into the crowd carried ...
Lifting Him Up (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The friends rightly named of the paralytic carried to where Jesus was not stopped by the barrier taking it on ...
Healed by Their Service (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The man on the mat paralyzed, unable to walk carried by his friends taking him to Jesus bringing him to ...
All of Us Equal (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What a wonderful moment all of us equal all falling short needing the Christ Yet all of us worthy by ...
Muffled This Morning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The sounds caught as if in a spider's web the lowered clouds with them in their grip Muffled this morning ...
Sticky Air (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not like summer hot humidity a coolness of spring light on the air Yet the sounds, the motion the waking ...
Sparks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sparks of gold, of silver, splashes of color rising up from the new-fallen snow greeting my lowered head deep in ...
We were the Silence (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We were the silence, complete, utter silence as the lord was captured, as he was judged, brought before Pilate as ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Maple (Robert Frost Poem)
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
Tree At My Window (Robert Frost Poem)
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain ...
The River (Paul Eluard Poem)
The river I have under my tongue, Unimaginable water, my little boat, And curtains lowered, let's speak. (Paul Eluard)
‘Twas warm — at first — like Us — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Twas warm -- at first -- like Us -- Until there crept upon A Chill -- like frost upon a ...
The Stranger (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
Rain After a Vaudeville Show (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Dream Song 99: Temples (John Berryman Poem)
He does not live here but it is the god. A priest tools in a top his motorbike. You do ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches’ Sabbath (Conrad Aiken Poems)
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 02: The Fulfilled Dream (Conrad Aiken Poem)
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Requiem (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...