Personal Poetry (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A proper noun - Personal Poetry - Quick encapsulation, State of hesitance. Slices of me Flesh and nerve Risk of ...
Poems about nerve (47 Poems)
First Time (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Your were my first time. The first time I found ecstasy. Our bodies joined, As our hearts have been for ...
Scab Maids On Speed (Maggie Estep Poem)
My first job was when I was about 15. I had met a girl named Hope who became my best ...
Joe Ramsbottom (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Joe Ramshottom rented a bit of a farm From its owner, Squire Goslett his name; And the Gosletts came over ...
Asparagus (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Mr. Ramsbottom went to the races, A thing as he'd ne'er done before, And as luck always follers beginners, Won ...
Uriel (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar ...
June (Denise Duhamel Poem)
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
Poem For People That Are Understandably Too Busy To Read Poetry (Stephen Dunn Poem)
Relax. This won't last long. Or if it does, or if the lines make you sleepy or bored, give in ...
Metro North (Mark Doty Poem)
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
The Test of Love — is Death — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Test of Love -- is Death -- Our Lord -- "so loved" -- it saith -- What Largest Lover ...
She dealt her pretty words like Blades (Emily Dickinson Poem)
She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- How glittering they shone -- And every One unbared a Nerve Or ...
I’ve dropped my Brain — My Soul is numb — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
I've dropped my Brain -- My Soul is numb -- The Veins that used to run Stop palsied -- 'tis ...
He strained my faith (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He strained my faith -- Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust -- Did it then -- yield? ...
“Speech” — is a prank of Parliament — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
"Speech" -- is a prank of Parliament -- "Tears" -- is a trick of the nerve -- But the Heart ...
Not to discover weakness is (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Not to discover weakness is The Artifice of strength -- Impregnability inheres As much through Consciousness Of faith of others ...
It is easy to work when the soul is at play (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It is easy to work when the soul is at play -- But when the soul is in pain -- ...
A single Screw of Flesh (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A single Screw of Flesh Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side ...
If your Nerve, deny you (Emily Dickinson Poem)
If your Nerve, deny you -- Go above your Nerve -- He can lean against the Grave, If he fear ...
I measure every Grief I meet (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes -- I wonder if It weighs like Mine -- Or ...
Frogmouth biker (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The biker was a menace on the farm, a madman bent on speed, intent on leaving all for dead (it ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Colophon (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
Colophon (Aleister Crowley Poem)
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
The Shroud of Color (Countee Cullen Poem)
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
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 ...
Nothing is enough! (Laurence Binyon Poem)
No, though our all be spent-- Heart's extremest love, Spirit's whole intent, All that nerve can feel, All that brain ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Risus Dei (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
The Wood (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...