A Lean-to in the Woods (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A bed of pine, corrugated metal for a roof and snow fencing walls A place of refuges out in the ...
Poems about metal (51 Poems)
Singing in My Mind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Up there, on stage, strumming, fingering the frets, the neck, the metal strings of an old friend, his guitar, along ...
A Vine Grows (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A vine, deep rich dark green rising up from the earth living color against the sooted coated rust of the ...
Glass Dump (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the history of the city long forgotten, buried the remains in the ground glass, metal, wood, bone crockery, leather, ...
Blood Moon (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The moon, a day before full, hung suspended low to the horizon above the tree line hauntingly, disquiet settled on ...
Circles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Controlled chaos Sharp angles Ripped colors Shapes alternating Sharp and subdued Tragedy And rage Pulled onto page Within a Continuous ...
White Knuckles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Vivid memory Twenty-five years past Her hands Old, blotched, tired Gripped the sheet metal Chair below her White knuckles Held ...
Crucifix (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Paper wasp Collected Mounted Perched on a pin Against old barn board Through the thorax Metal spear Poised as in ...
In the Dark (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Electricity in the air Charged particles Sparks between us Clap of thunder Heavy rain Beats on the metal roof Blackout ...
Diana (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Perched and posed for viewing in your shop smooth and feminine cool metal and shine Bow and breast subtle calf ...
A Journey of Treasure (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like the Magi, We are each on the journey a quest for the king Ourselves the treasure, the metal, the ...
Green Copper (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Technically it is an oxidation a patina of green over the pure metal beneath some would argue a mere fact ...
The Little Bell (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam Of Naishapur (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
What Fifty Said (Robert Frost Poem)
When I was young my teachers were the old. I gave up fire for form till I was cold. I ...
At the grave of Anastasia Baluk – Cross Stone (Ian Emberson Poem)
Anastasia and the sad snow falling a toiling sky and a long white line of hills a distant birthplace short ...
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Sonnet IV: Bright Star of Beauty (Michael Drayton Poem)
Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit A thousand nymph-like and enamour'd Graces, The Goddesses of Memory and Wit, ...
Cairo Jag (Keith Douglas Poem)
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
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 ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
I would not paint — a picture — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I would not paint -- a picture -- I'd rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell -- delicious ...
Vienna, December 1999 (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
It does not matter in what language one writes. (Carlos Barbarito Poem)
It does not matter in what language one writes. All language is foreign, incomprehensible. Every word, as soon as pronounced, ...
Nothing grows except the grass. (Carlos Barbarito Poem)
Nothing grows except the grass. Nothing leaps into sight except some stone and what the stone contains and protects. Here, ...
Five Ways To Kill A Man (Edwin Brock Poem)
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
Loneliness (John Betjeman Poem)
The last year's leaves are on the beech: The twigs are black; the cold is dry; To deeps byond the ...
A Word To The ‘Elect’ (Anne Bronte Poems)
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure; You may be grateful for the gift divine -- That grace unsought, which ...
A Word To The Calvinists (Anne Bronte Poem)
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure, You may be grateful for the gift divine, That grace unsought which made ...