The Garden Wall (Denise Levertov Poem)
Bricks of the wall, so much older than the house - taken I think from a farm pulled down when ...
Poems about pods (21 Poems)
Meg Merrilies (John Keats Poem)
Old Meg she was a Gipsy, And liv'd upon the Moors: Her bed it was the brown heath turf, And ...
September (Helen Hunt Jackson Poem)
1 The golden-rod is yellow; 2 The corn is turning brown; 3 The trees in apple orchards 4 With fruit ...
The Tollund Man (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I Some day I will go to Aarhus To see his peat-brown head, The mild pods of his eye-lids, His ...
While in the Foreign Country (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not waiting us to turn to come home to God God seeks us out while yet in the foreign country ...
While We Were Yet Unbelieving (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
While we were yet sinners Prodigals, still in that foreign land living in squalor eating the pods in our sinful ...
In the Filth of the Swine (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sitting in their pens in the filth of the swine hungry for food eating the pods the stuff of this ...
Ragged Wool (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
ragged wool hanging the wet milkweed seeds tethered, connected moored in their pods tied still to the ground Hovering limp, ...
A Famine on the Land (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So much like the prodigal, our whole society, that foreign land away from the loving father seeking other gods, false, ...
Tails (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a small patch, a cluster cattails in the median glowing, glistening December sun, midday Ready to burst open like milkweed ...
Waiting for the Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a cluster of open milkweed pods brown flat seeds, a ball of cotton candy silk waiting for the wind, to ...
Walking to the Courthouse (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking to the courthouse to make copies for a pending case no urgent brisk walk for arguments, for the challenge ...
Morning Drive (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A skin of frost on the ground, in the branches, the yellowed fields film of ice on the pond low ...
A Runnable Stag (John Davidson Poem)
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
It makes no difference abroad — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It makes no difference abroad -- The Seasons -- fit -- the same -- The Mornings blossom into Noons -- ...
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
The Blue Water Buffalo (Marilyn L. Taylor Poems)
One in 250 Cambodians, or 40,000 people, have lost a limb to a landmine. -Newsfront, U.N. Development Programme Communications Office ...
Pods (Carl Sandburg Poems)
PEA pods cling to stems. Neponset, the village, Clings to the Burlington railway main line. Terrible midnight limiteds roar through ...
Letter In November (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat's tail Pods of the laburnum at nine ...
Homing Swallows (Claude McKay Poems)
Swift swallows sailing from the Spanish main, O rain-birds racing merrily away From hill-tops parched with heat and sultry plain ...
The Tropics in New York (Claude McKay Poems)
Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root, Cocoa in pods and alligator pears, And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit, Fit ...