Thank you Ambrose (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Thank you Ambrose for the kitchen door ajar, a sign your friendship never closed on me, an amity extended from ...
Poems about paths (51 Poems)
Rangipo Desert (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
On The Death of a Father (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
Morning’s Reflections (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
Were meetings predestined then ours was intended, great oracles decreed it as fate, and the auguries chattered with sweet benefactors ...
Forever Alight (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Were meetings destined then this was one to take a leading place, the oracle decreed it fate in a matrix ...
Congratulations (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Congratulations, you've succeeded, you've acknowledged 60% of you at least are the incredibly dense and mindless people needed to make ...
Finalities (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
Amid fear and suspicions, with agitated mind and frightened eyes, we melt and plan how to act to avoid the ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
True Pleasures (William Cowper Poem)
Lord, my soul with pleasure springs When Jesu's name I hear: And when God the Spirit brings The word of ...
The Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
The Mores (John Clare Poem)
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Today (Billy Collins Poem)
If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made you ...
Snow Day (Billy Collins Poem)
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
Pan (Michael Burch Poem)
... Among the shadows of the groaning elms, amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves ... ... Once there were ...
IX. O Poverty! though from thy haggard eye… (William Lisle Bowles Poem)
O POVERTY! though from thy haggard eye, Thy cheerless mein, of every charm bereft, Thy brow, that hope's last traces ...
The house where I was born (07) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
The Plantster’s Vision (John Betjeman Poems)
Cut down that timber! Bells, too many and strong, Pouring their music through the branches bare, From moon-white church towers ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The Missionary (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
Mementos (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
Plead For Me (Emily Bronte Poem)
Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! Oh, thy ...
Speak, God Of Visions (Emily Bronte Poem)
O, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! O, thy ...
Stanza (Emily Bronte Poem)
Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of ...
The Strange Lady (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
Sleeping Out: Full Moon (Rupert Brooke Poem)
They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, ...
Thoughts On The Shape Of The Human Body (Rupert Brooke Poem)
How can we find? how can we rest? how can We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man? We, ...
Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Ghosts of a Lunatic Asylum (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...