Looking Down (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Looking down, at these hands hands that can sew, stitch together the scraps of cloth, the bits of thread to ...
Poems about picking (29 Poems)
The Bounty of Your Garden (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Your garden, ripe with squash, with beans, soon to bear tomatoes, pumpkins other summer fruits ready for picking the bounty ...
Sharing Berries (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
One for me one for her (handfuls that is) wild blueberries, picking from the bushes high above my eyes, down ...
Bringing the House Down (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The house he dwelled in a house of cards, of glass Picking up the rock, and bringing the house down ...
Tart Fruit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A clutch of blackberries tempting to the eye calling for the picking, before the birds get their fill so bright, ...
Building (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A ramp, a roof, a residence all the projects of the mission our service to the community far down the ...
Worthy Snack (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Raspberry picking led to its own reward scratches, barbs, rash and burn all were a part of the process persistence ...
Ripened Summer Fruit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh how fitting, a lectionary story caught in the summer months, hot and harsh for ripe summer fruit ripening even ...
The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
Blueberries (Robert Frost Poem)
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
Wild Grapes (Robert Frost Poem)
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
A Late Walk (Robert Frost Poem)
When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes ...
Lingering by the doorway of the woods (Ian Emberson Poem)
I was picking blackberries when I thought of the strange girl at the mental hospital. Beautiful she was - quietly ...
After a hundred years (Emily Dickinson Poem)
After a hundred years Nobody knows the Place Agony that enacted there Motionless as Peace Weeds triumphant ranged Strangers strolled ...
A Wicker Basket (Robert Creeley Poem)
Comes the time when it's later and onto your table the headwaiter puts the bill, and very soon after rings ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO II ( Hys Fyve Rules ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"MY First - but don't suppose," he said, "I'm setting you a riddle - Is - if your Victim be ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
No Need (Alain Bosquet Poem)
The elephant's trunk is for picking up pistachios: no need to bend over. The giraffe's neck is for grazing on ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Always For The First Time (Andre Breton Poem)
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
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 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The Other Tiger (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
A Day At Union Station (Tiel Aisha Ansari Poem)
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
The Scholar Gypsy (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
88. The Author’s Earnest Cry and Prayer (Robert Burns Poems)
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (William Blake Poems)
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
Marina (Charles Bukowski Poems)
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet- out the door picking a flower, ha! an old ...