Le Manteau De Pascal (Jorie Graham Poem)
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
Poems about oaks (31 Poems)
The Bough of Nonsense (Robert Graves Poem)
AN IDYLL Back from the Somme two Fusiliers Limped painfully home; the elder said, S. "Robert, I've lived three thousand ...
Work chapter VII (Khalil Gibran Poem)
Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work." And he answered, saying: You work that you may keep pace ...
Antlers in the Marsh (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The ancient oaks long losing their leaves their branches shattered the bark bled away the wood underneath turning like ivory ...
The Leaves Crashing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not softly, lazily tumbling, a ballet to the earth The leaves crashing hurling themselves to the ground The hot Indian ...
Pumpkin trees, Cranberry trees, Canary trees (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
At the far end of the manicured lawn, the field really, rolling up toward the horizon line, up above the ...
Long After the Bog (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking around the parkway, cut through the wooded place long after this land was a lake, long after the bog ...
Oaks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the rains, the cold heavy fall rains, there was a different forest, a change shades of brown, of yellow, ...
Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Layered frosting thick heavy butter cream hanging heavy on the needles the limbs coated in white a mix of marshmallow ...
Hidden Deer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Driving in New England on these fall days with brown oak leaves on the ground of the forests, I keep ...
Each And All (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
The Voice of Robert Desnos (Robert Desnos Poem)
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
Mac Flecknoe (John Dryden Poem)
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
The Truth — is stirless — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Truth -- is stirless -- Other force -- may be presumed to move -- This -- then -- is ...
The Judge is like the Owl — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Judge is like the Owl -- I've heard my Father tell -- And Owls do build in Oaks -- ...
The Song of the Oak (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man; But though the ...
Wood Rides (John Clare Poem)
Who hath not felt the influence that so calms The weary mind in summers sultry hours When wandering thickest woods ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Pan (Michael Burch Poem)
... Among the shadows of the groaning elms, amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves ... ... Once there were ...
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Verses Turned… (John Betjeman Poem)
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
The Great Lover (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams (Wendell Berry Poem)
I. The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves, one of the necessities, so ...
More Than Suspect (Eavan Boland Poem)
The oaks are stricken by a serious illness They dry up after having let go Into the glow of a ...
329. Verses on the destruction of the Woods near Drumlanrig (Robert Burns Poem)
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches’ Sabbath (Conrad Aiken Poems)
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 05: Melody In A Restaurant (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over the darkened city, the city of towers (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
306. Election Ballad at close of Contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790 (Robert Burns Poems)
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...