Anthropogenic (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Anything can be altered by the hand of man Nowhere on the planet is immune The trees were cut down ...
Poems about nowhere (47 Poems)
Kontraxtz (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I know, I know The word is contracts . Well. Notwithstanding. Aforesaid forbearance to assert Title manifest objection Ancient precedents ...
With brutus in st. jo (Eugene Field Poem)
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
At Cheyenne (Eugene Field Poem)
Young Lochinvar came in from the West, With fringe on his trousers and fur on his vest; The width of ...
The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
St. Julian’s Prayer (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning (Lawrence Ferlinghetti Poem)
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
Alone, Looking for Blossoms Along the River (Tu Fu Poem)
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
The Ax-Helve (Robert Frost Poem)
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
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 ...
A Hundred Collars (Robert Frost Poem)
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
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 ...
The Snow-Storm (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Story (Stephen Dunn Poem)
A woman's taking her late-afternoon walk on Chestnut where no sidewalk exists and houses with gravel driveways sit back among ...
Long Point Light (Mark Doty Poem)
Long Pont's apparitional this warm spring morning, the strand a blur of sandy light, and the square white of the ...
The Bistro Styx (Rita Dove Poem)
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
When we stand on the tops of Things (Emily Dickinson Poem)
When we stand on the tops of Things -- And like the Trees, look down -- The smoke all cleared ...
The Frost of Death was on the Pane — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Frost of Death was on the Pane -- "Secure your Flower" said he. Like Sailors fighting with a Leak ...
I am ashamed — I hide (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I am ashamed -- I hide -- What right have I -- to be a Bride -- So late a ...
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly (Emily Dickinson Poem)
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged -- a Summer Afternoon -- Repairing Everywhere -- Without ...
Could I but ride indefinite (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit ...
Ambition cannot find him. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn't know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now. Yesterday, undistinguished! Eminent Today ...
More than the Grave is closed to me — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
More than the Grave is closed to me -- The Grave and that Eternity To which the Grave adheres -- ...
Tales in the beginning (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
The Weeper (Richard Crashaw Poem)
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Zero (Robert Creeley Poem)
for Mark Peters Not just nothing, Not there's no answer, Not it's nowhere or Nothing to show for it - ...
America (Robert Creeley Poem)
America, you ode for reality! Give back the people you took. Let the sun shine again on the four corners ...