Christmas Continues (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We had another day of Christmas more family time, more presents, another big meal, another house full of squeals for ...
Poems about presents (44 Poems)
Under the Blanket (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A wonderful Christmas lies poised, ready, wrapped and bowed labeled and marked a pile of presents, separate paper for each ...
Holiday Ties (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They came out of storage, off the rack around my neck, starting today, thirteen, maybe fourteen ties (or at least ...
Three Mothers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They are all so different, so different, age, history, fate's pull on their lives their place in the world they ...
Tea Ring (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not coffeecake though they evoke memories too no it was a tea ring, cinnamon, raisins, white icing and a maraschino ...
Dry (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Needles like spring rain cascade down onto the stiff paper the presents around the tree his young arm, tugging on ...
Pittypat and Tippytoe (Eugene Field Poem)
All day long they come and go-- Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the ...
On the Ruins of a Country Inn (Philip Freneau Poem)
WHERE now these mingled ruins lie A temple once to Bacchus rose, Beneath whose roof, aspiring high, Full many a ...
The Progress Of Wit (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
DIVERTING in extreme there is a play, Which oft resumes its fascinating sway; Delights the sex, or ugly, fair, or ...
The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
The Magnificent (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
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, ...
The Devil In Hell (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
The Amorous Courtesan (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
Neighbour Peter’s Mare (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
A Confidant Without Knowing It; Or The Stratagem (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
Belphegor Addressed To Miss De Chammelay (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
The Shepherd And The Calm (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
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 ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Fragmentary Blue (Robert Frost Poem)
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or ...
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Encouragement (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
WHO dat knockin' at de do'? Why, Ike Johnson, -- yes, fu' sho! Come in, Ike. I's mighty glad You ...
We like March. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
We like March. His Shoes are Purple -- He is new and high -- Makes he Mud for Dog and ...
The Future — never spoke — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Future -- never spoke -- Nor will He -- like the Dumb -- Reveal by sign -- a syllable ...
It was given to me by the Gods (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It was given to me by the Gods -- When I was a little Girl -- They given us Presents ...
I live with Him — I see His face (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I live with Him -- I see His face -- I go no more away For Visitor -- or Sundown ...
Experiment to me (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Experiment to me Is every one I meet If it contain a Kernel? The Figure of a Nut Presents upon ...
‘Tis customary as we part (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Tis customary as we part A trinket -- to confer -- It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be ...