For the Union Dead (Robert Lowell Poem)
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
Poems about parking (30 Poems)
Letter Of Recommendation From My Father To My Future Wife (Richard Jones Poem)
During the war, I was in China. Every night we blew the world to hell. The sky was purple and ...
the singing dog (Rg Gregory Poem)
when the dog began to sing the people ran amok a man shinned up a flagpole a woman chewed her ...
A Challenge for the Plowman (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A challenge for the plowman thrown down in as in a duel the road now five feet wider To see ...
An Echo of Her Glories (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A pale, lovely, opening trumpet a morning glory, in the pot living with the tomatoes, the marigolds the living garden ...
Turning While Parked (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The car, sport utility vehicle, an amber flash of light, staccato, turning left, while parked engine off, flashing left wipers ...
A Clump of Daffodils (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A clump of daffodils cups of bright canary atop their swaying stems rising from the gray-brown mulch green and yellow, ...
Black Velour (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He sat quietly, patiently it seemed wrapped in black velour new purchase, or at least well maintained Sitting, up on ...
Ex Parte (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sitting, far from still In the hall, waiting, Waiting for word From the court Would my emergency relief Be granted ...
That Trio is Trouble (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Three of the matriarchs willful women of our congregation congressing in the parking lot outside the sanctuary sharing a scheme, ...
Jacob, I Understand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A fall on the ice, two plus year ago a concave spot, in my left hip, where it once was ...
A Walk to the Bank (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her little hand in mine at least while I could hold her as she giggled free of my grip a ...
A Whitening World (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Snow continues to fall young faces pressed against the windows climb the back of the couch dream of snowmen, castles, ...
The First Shall Be Last (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The lined up on the far side the edge of the parking area, tires in the oak leaves I had ...
Crouched (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a human version, a young human version, of the famous jumping frog Calaveras County, or some other locale she ...
A Vine Grows (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A vine, deep rich dark green rising up from the earth living color against the sooted coated rust of the ...
A Vial (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An amber plastic vial sat wedged in the top of a chain link fence held in place by the dull ...
Pushing Through (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Up through the leaf litter through the dust, the twigs a mushroom grows in the quiet off the parking lot ...
Lost (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I crossed the parking lot The man in the convenience store beyond the gas pumps trying to cash already cashed ...
Chasing La Luna (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Were we chasing her Or was she chasing us Down the road Under that starry starry night Lashed in the ...
Capturing the Sound of Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Listening to the timpani the rhythm of the rain the rap, the tap, the ratta-tat-tat, the staccato of the drumming ...
Demolition (Mark Doty Poem)
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
Salvage (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasagna- layered flatbed truckload: hardtop reverting to tar smudge, ...
Filthy Savior (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poem)
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, ...
The Moon (David Berman Poem)
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
What Kind Of A Person (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
40,000 (Charles Bukowski Poems)
at the track today, Father's Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a little surprise. ...
Gentleness Stirred (Nimah Nawwab Poems)
Striding through the gates of learning, Wrapped warmly in her black abaya, Modestly cloaked head to toe, Not a hair ...