Discipline (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane, The thin sycamores in the playground are swinging ...
Poems about playground (31 Poems)
Toads Revisited (Philip Larkin Poem)
Walking around in the park Should feel better than work: The lake, the sunshine, The grass to lie on, Blurred ...
A Pastiche For Eve (Weldon Kees Poem)
Unmanageable as history: these Followers of Tammuz to the land That offered no return, where dust Grew thick on every ...
Halley’s Comet (Stanley Kunitz Poems)
Miss Murphy in first grade wrote its name in chalk across the board and told us it was roaring down ...
The Truce of the Bear (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
Lukannon (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) Where roaring on the ledges the summer ...
July Fourth By The Ocean (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
The continent's a tamed ox, with all its mountains, Powerful and servile; here is for plowland, here is for park ...
I Want to Pray (Brooks Haxton Poem)
In the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom. Psalm 51 That young man firing his Kalashnikov into ...
The Little Orphan (Edgar Albert Guest Poem)
The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky; A puddle in a vacant lot his sea ...
Our Feet are Higher than the Bus (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Standing on the playground looking up at Shyanne a fellow fifth-grader staring down on me Laughing in their revelation just ...
Words can Destroy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Far too often we believe the lie of the sing song that sticks and stones will break us but words ...
Like a painting on a sheet of glass (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The geese moving not so much with effort like a painting moving overhead on a sheet of glass moving, silently, ...
A Silent Squadron (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A formation of geese coming out of the fog flying low over the playground silently flying seemingly without ever hand ...
Willows Dancing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pure white clouds like pulled cotton partially transparent translucent, shining a living backdrop for the willows dancing Arms moving like ...
A Check Mark (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Giggles on the playground waiting for the bus the geese not quite getting it not in the least The lines ...
The Sprigs of Lilacs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The rose shears moving quickly I gathered the sprigs of lilacs from all over the yard Moving quickly to gather ...
Blue, not Purple (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The lilacs illumined in the morning sun hard to describe the color so soft, finely spun Blue, not purple like ...
Lilac Air – reprise (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A cloud of intoxication slowing our steps or mine at least gathering in the nectar breathing springtime in The white ...
Frozen Play (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Thick with the stillness heavy with frost the swings, the benches, the playground the children, oblivious, commotion jockeying, laughing the ...
Lilac Air (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sweet, intoxicating, alluring spreading out onto the playground the bush changing the air soft, subtle, a presence lilac air at ...
Fog on the Grass (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Looking to the right, to the left silver lawns, richly blessed loving rain, heavy dew fog resting on the grass, ...
Peering In (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Five small bodies, looking away from the playground green grass, bright perfect blue sky peering in, hands cupped to the ...
As a child’s hands (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
The cluster of clover as a child's hands, small, living in miniature the tuft of green the large plant they ...
In Wonder at the White (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A row of children standing still, mouths agape a single line, rimming the schoolyard berm at the edge of the ...
Little Secrets (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I noticed her standing there, leaning into his ear, to share a little secret focused on their conversation, from afar ...
Herding Sheep (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe not as bad as herding cats wrangling felines, not that tough the not yet awake children a bit more ...
Ribbons of Children (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Amid the controlled chaos the schoolyard, playground this morning ribbons of children, running, skipping, dancing over the blacktop, being children, ...
Outstanding! (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like her sisters before her, an outstanding citizen of her class, her grade proud moment, for our little girl shouting ...
A February Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking to the playground, yesterday afternoon after the change of the time on the clocks, fall back into winter, the ...
Bad Boy Google (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Bully of the playground Terror of the tank To them it is no fun at all to him it is ...