The Ghetto (Lola Ridge Poems)
ICool, inaccessible airIs floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights,But no breath stirs the heatLeaning its ponderous bulk upon ...
Poems about malleable (21 Poems)
Hudibras, Part I (excerpts) (Samuel Butler Poems)
THE ARGUMENT OF THE FIRST CANTOSir Hudibras his passing worth,The manner how he sallied forth;His arms and equipage are shown;His ...
The Metaphysical Sectarian (Samuel Butler Poems)
HE was in Logick a great Critick,Profoundly skill'd in Analytick.He could distinguish, and divideA Hair 'twixt South and South-West side:On ...
The tamed puma (Irving Layton Poems)
You are mistaken, he saidI am neither lecher nor womanizer.If I'm crazy about womenit's for the beautysome pitying devil threw ...
Sonnet to Lord Bothwell – 10 (Mary Stuart Poems)
You trust in her; alas I see too well you do!And you cast doubt upon my constancy,(You, who are the ...
Breitmann Interviews The Pope (Charles Godfrey Leland Poems)
VON efenin ash der Breitmann vent from his weinhaus vinkin, So peepy mit Falernian vitch he vas starkly trinkin, He ...
Pearls (Bernadette Geyer Poem)
And so I look back still thinking of her with painful heart, this clench of inner flesh. -Kakinomoto Hitomaro from ...
like the potter and the clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
May God always keep you in His grip like the potter and the clay may we ever be malleable giving ...
Sticky Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
To be sticky clay in the hands of the potter malleable to his touch ready for his direction Seeking his ...
In the Potter’s Hands – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Like malleable clay warmed, cradled lovingly held in the potter's hands Our lives, our all held, ever in his care ...
Remaining new clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the molding, the shaping the creation of our lives the potter still there the firings, the heat, the flames ...
Even after we have been fired (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
our clay, ever open ever wet, able to be changed transformed by the creator the potter, our master even after ...
Miry Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our feet stuck in sin the miry clay on the potter's wheel Calling to the father to let us enter ...
Humble Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the potter's hand our lives, our path humble clay, waiting to be molded finding will, purpose outside Cracked and ...
Working the Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The warmth of your hands the feel of your touch, your care your strength, your love turning the wheel, the ...
Clay on the Wheel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My life, clay on the wheel feeling the touch of the potter molding, reshaping, changing me constantly pliable, moist, never ...
Being Ever New Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Mold me, Lord. Pick me back up, when I am chipped, cracked, broken into pieces, when my glaze fades, when ...
A Thud and a Squish (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The pastor had them enthralled, And us too, describing the Shaping of each of us, Using the words of the ...
Crayola ‘Morn (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Smell the bold colors, Rich in my nostrils, Illuminated on the branches before me as I drive. Low sunlight piercing ...
The Eve Of Revolution (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
Columbus (Ogden Nash Poems)
Once upon a time there was an Italian, And some people thought he was a rapscallion, But he wasn't offended, ...