Little Viennese Waltz (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
In Vienna there are ten little girls, a shoulder for death to cry on, and a forest of dried pigeons. ...
Poems about paints (31 Poems)
Picture-Writing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass ...
Tommy (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no ...
The Rupaiyat of Omar Kal’vin (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
Now the New Year, reviving last Year's Debt, The Thoughtful Fisher casteth wide his Net; So I with begging Dish ...
Piccolo Valzer Viennese (Ben Jonson Poem)
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, una spalla dove piange la morte e un bosco di colombe disseccate. C'e' un ...
Another Awkward Stage Of Convalescence (Bob Hicok Poem)
Drunk, I kissed the moon where it stretched on the floor. I'd removed happiness from a green bottle, both sipped ...
Blue Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Laughter, bright holy laughter preceded the blur of blue, running down the church's hallway hands held high, blue past the ...
Circles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Controlled chaos Sharp angles Ripped colors Shapes alternating Sharp and subdued Tragedy And rage Pulled onto page Within a Continuous ...
Windward Dawn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We were alone with our thoughts Warm breezes off the southerly ocean murmur of sea foam on a soft expanse ...
Fan Brush (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A bright clear blue day in January after a cold snowfall overnight off the road, only glimpsed momentarily as I ...
To The Painter Of An Ill-drawn Picture of Cleone (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Sooner I'd praise a Cloud which Light beguiles, Than thy rash Hand which robs this Face of Smiles; And does ...
The Appology (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
'Tis true I write and tell me by what Rule I am alone forbid to play the fool To follow ...
Bad Day At The Beauty Salon (Maggie Estep Poem)
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
Initial Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Portrait and Reality (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
If on the closed curtain of my sight My fancy paints thy portrait far away, I see thee still the ...
The Outer — from the Inner (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Outer -- from the Inner Derives its Magnitude -- 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood ...
On Love (Bliss Carman Poem)
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
A Song of Defeat (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The line breaks and the guns go under, The lords and the lackeys ride the plain; I draw deep breaths ...
The Hidden Life (William Cowper Poem)
To tell the Saviour all my wants, How pleasing is the task! Nor less to praise Him when He grants ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
I SEE A WOMAN MAKING UP (Luis Benitez Poem)
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
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 ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
83. The Cotter’s Saturday Night (Robert Burns Poems)
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Passing Time (Maya Angelou Poem)
Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of ...
157. Prologue, spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh (Robert Burns Poems)
WHEN, by a generous Public's kind acclaim, That dearest meed is granted-honest fame; Waen here your favour is the actor's ...