All ministers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An itinerant teacher, a fisherman, a shepherd, tent maker a man wearing camel hair standing in a dirty river a ...
Poems about plates (28 Poems)
A Waking Sun (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are watching day by day hour by hour watching a waking sun the faces of the flowers turning, yearning ...
Two Plates (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her hands extended, strain of the weight at the end of each offering plates full of our meager gifts hands ...
The Trailer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The trailer heading north ten canoes ready for another adventure. plates on the van from out of state hearing away ...
Ledges (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Glacial faces before the calving the granite ledges, bedrock framing the highway, interstate plates and layers, uplifted imperceptibly crumbling over ...
Wesleyan Growth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh to be like John, John Wesley our founder, the beginning of the faith to see the miners, the men ...
Princesses Galore (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A house of princesses greeted our three on the return from the church, the pageant practice a lost memory as ...
His Shop (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There was something about it the way he had things just so, from the start a level, freshly cut boards ...
Plates – 1 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How 4CHINIT, HOWBZR, it's like they know me yes please, another cup of COFFEE I LOVE DEBEAN On a WINDEE ...
The Crash (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Clenched knuckles On my steering wheel A red light above me A black pickup - A wall before me No ...
Fuzzy Swears (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Some have heard of "fuzzy logic", that "powerful problem-solving methodology (blah, blah, blah) ." (no, not just what Shanequa or ...
River Ice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
High above the reach of the sea, where the brackish water is almost clear, Tectonic plates of ice released by ...
The discreet collector (Eugene Field Poem)
Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south ...
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. ...
The Falcon (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
In the Home Stretch (Robert Frost Poem)
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
A Servant to Servants (Robert Frost Poem)
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
Morning at the Window (T. S. Eliot Poem)
THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of ...
Metro North (Mark Doty Poem)
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Adolescence II (Rita Dove Poem)
Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting. Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert. Venetian ...
‘Twas just this time, last year, I died. (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the ...
California Plush (Frank Bidart Poem)
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
From A German War Primer (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED It is considered low to talk about food. The fact is: they have Already eaten. The ...
The Great Lover (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Exchanging Hats (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
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 ...
Milton: But in the Wine-presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance (William Blake Poems)
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance: They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in ...