The Old Bark School (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather ...
Poems about maps (29 Poems)
Army Headquarters (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Ahasuerus Jenkins of the "Operatic Own," Was dowered with a tenor voice of super-Santley tone. His views on equitation were, ...
A Map Of Love (Donald Justice Poem)
Your face more than others' faces Maps the half-remembered places I have come to I while I slept- Continents a ...
Losses (Randall Jarrell Poem)
It was not dying: everybody died. It was not dying: we had died before In the routine crashes-- and our ...
Morning News (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
A Hill (Anthony Hecht Poem)
In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur, I had a vision once - though you understand It was ...
Parabola (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
Year after year the princess lies asleep Until the hundred years foretold are done, Easily drawing her enchanted breath. Caught ...
A Description of the Journey (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Gospels sharing the teachings of Jesus like maps for the journey but only to a point A description of ...
And They Brought Their Gifts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
From the distant lands following His start from their maps, the stars coming to see the King Worshipping, bowing down ...
A White Gate (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
from the road, the bright white gate at the back of the field, nothing visible beyond in the new light ...
Scripture – haiku – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like men and our maps sitting in glove compartment bible works when used September 12, 2009 (Raymond A. Foss)
After the Manger (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Their journey home, back to the East to their charts, their maps, their study of the stars The wise men ...
A Brook in the City (Robert Frost Poem)
The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. ...
Heroic Stanzas (John Dryden Poem)
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
The Good-Morrow (John Donne Poem)
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then, But ...
The Convert (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
After one moment when I bowed my head And the whole world turned over and came upright, And I came ...
Fit the Second ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Consolation (Billy Collins Poem)
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The Traveller (John Berryman Poem)
They pointed me out on the highway, and they said 'That man has a curious way of holding his head.' ...
That One (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
Roosters (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Daffy Duck In Hollywood (John Ashbery Poem)
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
The Sun Weilds Mercy (Charles Bukowski Poems)
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
Diving into the Wreck (Adrienne Rich Poems)
First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put ...
Bric-a-Brac (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Little things that no one needs -- Little things to joke about -- Little landscapes, done in beads. Little morals, ...
Topography (Sharon Olds Poems)
After we flew across the country we got in bed, laid our bodies delicately together, like maps laid face to ...
The Art of Storm-riding (Yahia Lababidi Poems)
I could not decipher the living riddle of my body put it to sleep when it hungered, and overfed it ...