Sunshine through a Cobwebbed Window (Amy Lowell Poem)
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
Poems about prints (27 Poems)
An Aquarium (Amy Lowell Poem)
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
On the Wallaby (Henry Lawson Poem)
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I ...
The Trade (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
They bear, in place of classic names, Letters and numbers on their skin. They play their grisly blindfold games In ...
A Tale of Two Cities (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
La Nuit Blanche (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
A Hill (Anthony Hecht Poem)
In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur, I had a vision once - though you understand It was ...
On an Invitation to the United States (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I My ardours for emprize nigh lost Since Life has bared its bones to me, I shrink to seek a ...
Last Words To A Dumb Friend (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
The Thought-Fox (Ted Hughes Poem)
I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my ...
All People Under Dictatorship (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our hands on history the prints of our nations all people under dictatorship able to ask questions Where were we ...
With Honesty (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sharing, with honesty unvarnished, the words from God sometimes uncomfortable, a mirror to our face Sometimes joyous a smile upon ...
Miry Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our feet stuck in sin the miry clay on the potter's wheel Calling to the father to let us enter ...
Working the Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The warmth of your hands the feel of your touch, your care your strength, your love turning the wheel, the ...
Clay on the Wheel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My life, clay on the wheel feeling the touch of the potter molding, reshaping, changing me constantly pliable, moist, never ...
Circles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Controlled chaos Sharp angles Ripped colors Shapes alternating Sharp and subdued Tragedy And rage Pulled onto page Within a Continuous ...
The Bibliomaniac’s Prayer (Eugene Field Poems)
Keep me, I pray, in wisdom's way That I may truths eternal seek; I need protecting care to-day,-- My purse ...
A Pastoral Dialogue Between Two Shepherdesses (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Pretty Nymph! within this Shade, Whilst the Flocks to rest are laid, Whilst the World dissolves in Heat, Take ...
Bacchus (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
Snow (John Davidson Poem)
'Who affirms that crystals are alive?' I affirm it, let who will deny: Crystals are engendered, wax and thrive, Wane ...
The Hon. Sec. (John Betjeman Poem)
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
Reasonable Interest (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
I want to know how Bernard Shaw Likes beefsteak-fairly done, or raw? I want to know what kinds of shoes ...
Popularity (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
The Eviction (William Allingham Poem)
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot (Alexander Pope Poems)
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Shirt (Robert Pinsky Poems)
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by ...
The Encyclopaedia (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
"If I could set the moon upon This table," said my friend, "Among the standard poets And brouchures without end, ...