A Spider Waits (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Funny how a spider waits lingers motionless for prey to vibrate the strands of the wed, to touch the right ...
Poems about motionless (47 Poems)
Doe Eyes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out of the fog of dusk she stood motionless watching in stillness the rush of human life hurtling past her ...
Dancing Penguins (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was struck silent, motionless as we entered the grocery store. For a fleeting moment, she was mesmerized, frozen where ...
White Breast (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was the white breast of the raptor, stoic in the aged tree sitting motionless, drinking in the light of ...
Pinned to the Door (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He looks so surprised amazed that he hangs there suspended in the vertical plane a flat brown bear, held in ...
Spectral Fishermen (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A shadowlike pair fraternal twins on the western bank of the Sugar River one white, one seemingly gray in the ...
The Wall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe those who believe A piece of your soul Is stolen with each photograph taken Are right Reflecting back over ...
Stick (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Under the flat board The second rail Of the fence By the walk, Above the drop To the brook - ...
Feronde (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
An EPISTLE from Alexander to Hephaestion In His Sickness (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
WITH such a Pulse, with such disorder'd Veins, Such lab'ring Breath, as thy Disease constrains; With failing Eyes, that scarce ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Stuffed (Carol Ann Duffy Poem)
I put two yellow peepers in an owl. Wow. I fix the grin of Crocodile. Spiv. I sew the slither ...
Mother Earth (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the ...
After a hundred years (Emily Dickinson Poem)
After a hundred years Nobody knows the Place Agony that enacted there Motionless as Peace Weeds triumphant ranged Strangers strolled ...
Haircut today (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I am having a haircut today, it is not a complex event requiring excellent foresight, careful planning or indecent logistical ...
Autumn Love (Li Ching Chao Poem)
Search. Search. Seek. Seek. Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear. Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain. Hot flashes. Sudden chills. Stabbing pains. Slow agonies. ...
Forgetfulness (Hart Crane Poem)
Forgetfulness is like a song That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are ...
Hymn before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Chamouni (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
Hiawathas’ photographing ( Part I ) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
FROM his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (complete) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Thesaurus (Billy Collins Poem)
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up on its hind legs ...
Silence (Billy Collins Poem)
Now it is time to say what you have to say. The room is quiet. The whirring fan has been ...
The Peripheries of Love (Michael Burch Poem)
Through waning afternoons we glide the watery peripheries of love. A silence, a quietude falls. Above us--the sagging pavilions of ...
The house where I was born (07) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
Preference (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Summer Wind (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
After a Tempest (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...