The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Poems about lurching (21 Poems)
Advent (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
We have tested and tasted too much, lover- Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder. But here ...
The Ballad of the “Bolivar” (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Seven men from all the world, back to Docks again, Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain: Give ...
Symptoms (Sophie Hannah Poem)
Although you have given me a stomach upset, Weak knees, a lurching heart, a fuzzy brain, A high-pitched laugh, a ...
A Drunken Dancer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a drunken dancer trying to catch a mate rejected by those on the sidelines moving from place to place ...
The Stagger of the Bumblebee (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a drunk who had a bit too much or maybe the dance of the scarecrow the uncut scenes of ...
Catching the Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The morning glories, in afternoon glory shining in the bright fall sun luminescent, transparent, translucent colors bleeding through their skin ...
The Fear (Robert Frost Poem)
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
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 ...
The Curtain (Hayden Carruth Poem)
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. One can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, ...
Ghosts (Anne Sexton Poems)
Some ghosts are women, neither abstract nor pale, their breasts as limp as killed fish. Not witches, but ghosts who ...
The Auction Sale (Robert William Service Poems)
Her little head just topped the window-sill; She even mounted on a stool, maybe; She pressed against the pane, as ...
Aftermath (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Have you forgotten yet?... For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days, Like traffic checked while at ...
Blighters (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
The House is crammed: tier beyond tier they grin And cackle at the Show, while prancing ranks Of harlots shrill ...
Thinking For Berky (William Stafford Poems)
In the late night listening from bed I have joined the ambulance or the patrol screaming toward some drama, the ...
Song of the Wheat (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
We have sung the song of the droving days, Of the march of the travelling sheep; By silent stages and ...
Faun (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Haunched like a faun, he hooed From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost Until all owls in the twigged forest Flapped ...
The Army Mules (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Oh the airman's game is a showman's game, for we all of us watch him go With his roaring soaring ...
Market days (Jonas Mekas Poems)
Mondays, way before dawn, before even the first hint of blue in the windows, we'd hear it start, off the ...
The Bull Moose (Alden Nowlan Poems)
Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through ...