The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket (Robert Lowell Poem)
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
Poems about muscles (31 Poems)
The Village Blacksmith (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; ...
A Thought or Two on Reading Pomfret’s (James Henry Leigh Hunt Poems)
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
Examination at the Womb-Door (Ted Hughes Poem)
Who owns those scrawny little feet? Death. Who owns this bristly scorched-looking face? Death. Who owns these still-working lungs? Death. ...
girl (three) and the black horse (Rg Gregory Poem)
i want to hold the horse's string cried the girl (three) stamping her foot told by adults she was much ...
LOVE POEM TO MY HUSBAND OF THIRTY-ONE YEARS (Maria Mazziotti Gillan Poem)
I watch you walk up our front path, the entire right side of your body, stiff and unbending, your leg, ...
Manteau Three (Jorie Graham Poem)
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
The Criminal V (Khalil Gibran Poem)
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand ...
In The Baggage Room At Greyhound (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
The liniment of work (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My back, my muscles loosening, becoming limber applying the liniment of work the rhythmic motion, the shovel biting in the ...
Growing Edges (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our mission, our trip, our sharing all part of the growing edges of the missionaries, gaining strength, new skills, stretching ...
A Greater Ease on His Face (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I saw a change, a difference; yes, there was still a hint of hesitance, that has been there for a ...
The Trailer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The trailer heading north ten canoes ready for another adventure. plates on the van from out of state hearing away ...
Messages in the Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A quiet cold woods, crunch of ice and snow under the snowshoes, hear the ski pole pierce the skin of ...
Swains (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Life is simple. In my canoe. Strokes in the water propel me forward. I chart my course around the cove. ...
Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
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 ...
Hysteria (T. S. Eliot Poem)
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth ...
‘Twas Crisis — All the length had passed — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Twas Crisis -- All the length had passed -- That dull -- benumbing time There is in Fever or Event ...
The Obesion (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Cleansings (Michael Burch Poem)
Walk here among the walking scepters. Learn inhuman patience. Flesh can only cleave to bone this tightly if their hearts ...
Portrait of a Baby (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
Dream Song 93: General Fatigue stalked in, & a Major-General (John Berryman Poem)
General Fatigue stalked in, & a Major-General, Captain Fatigue, and at the base of all pale Corporal Fatigue, and curious ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Giant Snail (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
Why We Tell Stories (Lisel Mueller Poems)
For Linda Foster I Because we used to have leaves and on damp days our muscles feel a tug, painful ...
Five For Country Music (Lisel Mueller Poems)
I. Insomnia The bulb at the front door burns and burns. If it were a white rose it would tire ...
A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C. (Andrew Marvell Poems)
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
They Feed They Lion (Philip Levine Poems)
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter, Out of black bean and wet slate bread, Out of the acids ...