New York City Hard Time Blues (Miguel Pinero Poems)
NYC BluesBig time time hard on on me bluesNew York City hard sunday morning bluesyeahJunkie waking upbones ache trying to ...
Poems about movies (17 Poems)
Marriage (Gregory Corso Poems)
Should I get married? Should I be Good?Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?Don't take ...
The Life Of Lincoln West (Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks Poems)
Ugliest little boythat everyone ever saw.That is what everyone said.Even to his mother it was apparent-when the blue-aproned nurse came ...
I Am An Atheist Who Says His Prayers (Karl Shapiro Poems)
I am an atheist who says his prayers.I am an anarchist, and a full professor at that. I take the ...
The Refinery (Robert Pinsky Poems)
'. . . our language, forged in the dark bycenturies of violentpressure, underground,out of the stuff of dead life.'Thirsty and ...
Remembrance of Christmas Past (Judith Viorst Poems)
They let the children out of school too early.I left the Christmas shopping till too late.Each day we had a ...
Fault (Ronald Koertge Poems)
In the airport bar, I tell my mother not to worry.No one ever tripped and fell into the San AndreasFault. ...
Peter (Laura Benet Poems)
Peter of the brothers threeLoved a life of poesy;While they stolid bargains droveHe saw movies in the stove.Peter was a ...
Love Letter Written In A Burning Building (Anne Sexton Poems)
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,full of white shirts and salad greens,the icebox knocking at our ...
In Winter’s Grip (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
The world, all that I see in winter's grip, held tight the howling winds, the blowing snow all I see ...
Snowbound (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Within our houses the world around shut down nature bringing forth its wrath we are hunkered down the snow piling ...
The Schooner ‘Flight’ (Derek Walcott Poems)
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
Love Letter Written In A Burning Building (Anne Sexton Poems)
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours, full of white shirts and salad greens, the icebox knocking ...
In a Breath (Carl Sandburg Poems)
To the Williamson Brothers HIGH noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of ...
I Only Am Escaped Alone to Tell Thee (Howard Nemerov Poems)
I tell you that I see her still At the dark entrance of the hall. One gas lamp burning near ...
To A Sad Daughter (Michael Ondaatje Poems)
All night long the hockey pictures gaze down at you sleeping in your tracksuit. Belligerent goalies are your ideal. Threats ...
To William Holden (David Lehman Poems)
(July 15) We know who the guards are in those POW movies with brutal but easy to fool fat Germans ...