Fire on the Bay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Ablaze in its dying the sun sank ever closer to the water's edge fire on the surface of the bay ...
Poems about outward (44 Poems)
Hearing into Speech (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Twin miracles that morning in Jerusalem when Pentecost meant the birth of the church Speaking in tongues as the Spirit ...
Hydroponic (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Living fibers hairs and legs tendrils, radiating outward downward to the depths like albino house centipedes bursting for attention in ...
Would You Marry Me, Again (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
If you would say yes to my plea, my prayer, on bended knee I would marry you again, joyfully for ...
Smell of Autumn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Another smell of autumn sweet sweet smell of Concord grapes warming ripening ready to burst with flavor strong urgent smell ...
From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
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 Census-Taker (Robert Frost Poem)
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one ...
Good Hours (Robert Frost Poem)
I had for my winter evening walk-- No one at all with whom to talk, But I had the cottages ...
The Death of the Hired Man (Robert Frost Poem)
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
Birches (Robert Frost Poem)
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
Blight (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
The Lifeguard (James Dickey Poem)
In a stable of boats I lie still, From all sleeping children hidden. The leap of a fish from its ...
Broadway (Mark Doty Poem)
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
To The Pious Memory Of The Accomplished Young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew (John Dryden Poem)
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
Ode (John Dryden Poem)
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
Love’s Reason (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
For that thy face is fair I love thee not; Nor yet because the light of thy brown eyes Hath ...
The Funeral (John Donne Poem)
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm; ...
Epitaph for Maria Wentworth (Thomas Carew Poem)
And here the precious dust is laid; Whose purely-temper'd clay was made So fine that it the guest betray'd. Else ...
My Mistress Commanding Me to Return Her Letters. (Thomas Carew Poem)
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul’s, Dr. John (Thomas Carew Poems)
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
Grace and Providence (William Cowper Poem)
Almighty King! whose wondrous hand Supports the weight of sea and land; Whose grace is such a boundless store, No ...
Love Constrained to Obedience (William Cowper Poem)
No strength of nature can suffice To serve the Lord aright: And what she has she misapplies, For want of ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Dejection: An Ode (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
If This Be All (Anne Bronte Poem)
O God! if this indeed be all That Life can show to me; If on my aching brow may fall ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Prisoner, The – (A Fragment) (Emily Bronte Poem)
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
The Prisoner (Emily Bronte Poem)
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom and desolate despair; A ...
Day That I Have Loved (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead ...