A Waterfall of Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sometimes, I wonder of the source the wellspring of the words the lines on the pages that flow ever more ...
Poems about pages (51 Poems)
Wisdom and Our Folly (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So hard to grapple with the folly of our choices the stubborn march to dismay, destruction the lost souls of ...
Passim (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Bible, the ultimate frequently cited authority, the basis for the arguments over and over again. A legal term of ...
From Art to Law (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
From art to law from beauty to pain a life with twists and turns bringing him home and bringing him ...
Athenaeum (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
History, biography, adventure found in the pages I read how long I wanted to linger in reading the names on ...
Unprepared (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Panic fills my chest Angry that I didn't find time That my life got in the way Ever present, tantalizing, ...
Red Sox Win (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Red Sox win Yankees lose A story so big It led the news Bumped politics Down the page It may ...
Our Silent Night (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A hush fell over the congregation lights dimmed, cloaking us all A glow grew, pew by pew Candles clutched be ...
In His Presence (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In His presence, at His feet longing to hear the master speak Aware of the power, authority, the words of ...
The Bibliomaniac’s Bride (Eugene Field Poems)
The women-folk are like to books,-- Most pleasing to the eye, Whereon if anybody looks He feels disposed to buy. ...
De Amicitiis (Eugene Field Poem)
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
Friar Philip’s Geese (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR, The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware; Yet, why suppose the ...
Maple (Robert Frost Poem)
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
To the Thawing Wind (Robert Frost Poem)
COME with rain. O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; make the ...
The Ox (Russell Edson Poem)
There was once a woman whose father over the years had become an ox. She would hear him alone at ...
The Human Face (Paul Eluard Poem)
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
All The Things You Are Not Yet (Helen Dunmore Poem)
for tess Tonight there's a crowd in my head: all the things you are not yet. You are words without ...
Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I BIRTHDAY VERSES Dear Aldrich, now November's mellow days Have brought another Festa round to you, You can't refuse a ...
A Legend of Service (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
The Hollows round His eager Eyes (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories -- although Himself had not complained. Biography ...
Going to Him! Happy letter! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him the page I didn't write -- Tell Him -- I ...
Share of obligation (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
If the debate rages in the pages of the news today then I'm confused, I've searched and found no evidence. ...
For Siggy & Bill (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I awoke with two poets in my bed, books I chose from the library, possibly intent on a swift read ...
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 ...
A Hedge Of Rubber Trees (Amy Clampitt Poem)
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
The Task: Book IV, The Winter Evening (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Tomes (Billy Collins Poem)
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
Marginalia (Billy Collins Poem)
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
The Art Of Drowning (Billy Collins Poem)
I wonder how it all got started, this business about seeing your life flash before your eyes while you drown, ...