At The Smithville Methodist Church (Stephen Dunn Poem)
It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week, but when she came home with the "Jesus Saves" ...
Poems about nearly (51 Poems)
Turtle, Swan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
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 ...
A Display Of Mackeral (Mark Doty Poem)
They lie in parallel rows, on ice, head to tail, each a foot of luminosity barred with black bands, which ...
The last Night that She lived (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying -- this to Us Made Nature ...
To keep the ambience alive (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed, I couldn't say it wasn't much because it was for ...
Thought it was America (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Is there anything which isn't made in China? The answer is. of course there is, the question was rhetorical, a ...
Moocooboola Dam (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
For more than a billion years we've been nearly out of water; sincerely, a need repeatedly exposed in calamitous reports ...
It seldom snowed – Part III (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It seldom snowed they said, and they were nearly right. In all of nine eventful seasons crystal white on average ...
Athritic Fingers Have To Last (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
These painful, cold athritic fingers have to last much longer yet, they're all I have to keep the pages on ...
After the rain (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
The Triumph Of Achilles (Paul Celan Poem)
In the story of Patroclus no one survives, not even Achilles who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they ...
A Hermit Thrush (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO V ( Byckerment ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
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 ...
Fit the Eighth (Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Vanishing They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
The Landrail (John Clare Poem)
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
Tomes (Billy Collins Poem)
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
I Go Back To The House For A Book (Billy Collins Poem)
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the ...
Shoveling Snow With Buddha (Billy Collins Poem)
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
At The Other End Of The Telescope (George Bradley Poem)
the people are very small and shrink, dwarves on the way to netsuke hell bound for a flea circus in ...
Death In Leamington (John Betjeman Poem)
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window ...
For The Twentieth Century (Frank Bidart Poem)
Bound, hungry to pluck again from the thousand technologies of ecstasy boundlessness, the world that at a drop of water ...
Hamlet Off-Stage: Hambeau Heartbroke Horny (D. C. Berry Poem)
Ophelia claims we're dead and gives me back all my Frank Zappa and the Mothers albums. I nearly claw out ...
Georgic on Memory (Erin Belieu Poem)
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
Self-Portrait At 28 (David Berman Poem)
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
The Dream (Louise Bogan Poem)
O God, in the dream the terrible horse began To paw at the air, and make for me with his ...