Mud Came Early (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We had another thaw today Mud thick and dark above the rims of the Escort wagon sitting in the quicksand ...
Poems about mud (51 Poems)
Explaining Job (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We gathered, in a circle in the Parlor of the church gathering to study your word, the message in the ...
The Devil in Us All (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Pastor was right about the error, the missed point of the scripture in the speech of the firebrand, the ...
Deer Print (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A single impression pressed hard, deep into the mud, a deer track surviving the rains, rains that washed, stripped away, ...
Smoked Syrup (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Buckets and buckets of sap, culled from willing maples pouring into the vat the cauldron atop the old, crumbling outdoor ...
Out in the woods (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A space in the dark untrammeled woods Off the path Under the watch of maples and birch A bed of ...
Congo Square (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sneakers of mud Squish between my toes Move to the music Unhinge my spine Rain upon me Don't have a ...
Falls (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Back out into the wet woods Walking and hiking But always looking, watching, Searching for that one moment when the ...
Planner (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the dirt in the space under the pines A town planner toils roads and structures stone walls of gravel ...
Weir (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A fence of wattles Placed just so in the mud shaped in labyrinth out in the current by the landing, ...
The Star-Splitter (Robert Frost Poem)
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
Our Singing Strength (Robert Frost Poem)
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
Two Tramps In Mud Time (Robert Frost Poem)
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put ...
Sam’s Christmas Pudding (Marriott Edgar Poems)
It was Christmas Day in the trenches In Spain in Penninsular War, And Sam Small were cleaning his musket A ...
Balbus (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell you the story of Balbus, You know, him as builded a wall; I'll tell you the reason he ...
The Human Face (Paul Eluard Poem)
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
The Hippopotamus (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut ...
Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
The Lifeguard (James Dickey Poem)
In a stable of boats I lie still, From all sleeping children hidden. The leap of a fish from its ...
On Looking for Models (Alan Dugan Poem)
The trees in time have something else to do besides their treeing. What is it. I'm a starving to death ...
The Red Flower (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
In the pleasant time of Pentecost, By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler's winding path Or waded the ...
We like March. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
We like March. His Shoes are Purple -- He is new and high -- Makes he Mud for Dog and ...
Where The Creek Used To Run (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
Rangipo Desert (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
To the Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel! How many Bards in city garret pent, While at their window they with downward eye ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO VI ( Dyscomfyture ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
Britannia’s Pastorals (William Browne Poems)
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
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 ...
The house where I was born (04) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
Another time. It was still night. Water slid Silently on the black ground, And I knew that my only task ...
Herbert White (Frank Bidart Poem)
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...