The Skulls (Ivan Turgenev Poems)
A sumptuous, brilliantly lighted hall; a number of ladies and gentlemen.All the faces are animated, the talk is lively…. A ...
Poems about lumpy (15 Poems)
A Brief Ballad Of Araby (Laura Elizabeth Richards Poems)
In Araby, in Araby,In Araby the blest,There lived a man who thought he'd likeTo travel to the west.On a lumpy ...
Hospital (John Allan Wyeth Poems)
Fever, and crowds—and light that cuts your eyes—Men waiting in a long slow-shuffling linewith silent private faces, white and bleak.Long ...
Old Farmer Jack (Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems)
Old farmer Jack gazed on his wheat,And feared the frost would nip it.Said he, 'it's nearly seven feet -I must ...
The Sleeping Calf (Paul Colinet Poems)
In times of swollen cheeks, when the clay bugles roar,the little railroads of gold coins run, in festoons,around the country.Oh ...
James Whitcomb Riley (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
There must be great rejoicin' on the Golden Shore to-day, An' the big an' little angels must be ...
Barbed Wire (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
The prairie cleft by skirmish lines of fence- High-headed longhorns bound for pastures new- Torn denim fluttering and profane dispraise- ...
The Plaint Of The Camel (Charles Edward Carryl Poems)
CANARY-BIRDS feed on sugar and seed,Parrots have crackers to crunch:And, as for the poodles, they tell me the noodlesHave chickens ...
In Convalescenc (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
Not long ago, I prayed for dying grace,For then I thought to see Thee face to ...
Old Farmer Jack (C J Dennis Poems)
Old farmer Jack gazed on his wheat, And feared the frost would nip it.Said he, "it's nearly seven feet ...
Mine Sweepers (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Dawn off the Foreland--the young flood making Jumbled and short and steep-- Black in the hollows and bright where it's ...
Again (Marilyn L. Taylor Poems)
The children are back, the children are back- They've come to take refuge, exhale and unpack; The marriage has faltered, ...
Belly Good (Marge Piercy Poems)
A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs but I've never seen wheat in a pile. Apples, potatoes, cabbages, ...
Attack of the Squash People (Marge Piercy Poems)
And thus the people every year in the valley of humid July did sacrifice themselves to the long green phallic ...
The Whole Soul (Philip Levine Poems)
Is it long as a noodle or fat as an egg? Is it lumpy like a potato or ringed like ...