Out of place (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Color mismatch Movement out of place A short, broke yew, late in the summer Dark green, Leather skin Shiny Broken ...
Poems about poorly (21 Poems)
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. ...
Alphonso Of Castile (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
INTEGRITY (Gary Dodd Poem)
Integrity is standing up for what you believe in. It is treating everyone equally and fairly, acting independent of others ...
Elegy VI (John Donne Poem)
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve; Poorly enrich't ...
Endurance (Peter Conners Poem)
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
91. The Vision (Robert Burns Poems)
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
248. Pegasus at Wanlockhead (Robert Burns Poems)
WITH Pegasus upon a day, Apollo, weary flying, Through frosty hills the journey lay, On foot the way was plying. ...
Carol of Occupations. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
Astrophel And Stella-Eleventh Song (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
"Who is it that this dark night Underneath my window plaineth?" 'It is one who from thy sight Being, ah! ...
Voices at the Window (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
Who is it that, this dark night, Underneath my window plaineth? It is one who from thy sight Being, ah, ...
Sonnet LIII (William Shakespeare Poems)
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, ...
Sonnets iv (William Shakespeare Poems)
THY bosom is endeared with all hearts Which I, by lacking, have supposed dead: And there reigns Love, and all ...
Sonnets LIII: What is your substance, whereof are you made (William Shakespeare Poems)
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath, everyone, ...
Sonnet 53: What is your substance, whereof are you made (William Shakespeare Poems)
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath, every ...
To My Antenor (Katherine Philips Poems)
My dear Antenor now give o're, For my sake talk of Graves no more; Death is not in our power ...
Dire Cure (William Matthews Poems)
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
An Expostulation to Lord King (Thomas Moore Poems)
How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all The Peers of realm about cheapening their corn, When you ...
In Arthur’s House (William Morris Poems)
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
At First. To Charlotte Cushman. (Sidney Lanier Poems)
My crippled sense fares bow'd along His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life with wrong And I wake ...