Arguing in the Dark (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The facts are as they are the arguments had been made we have what we have and it will be ...
Poems about prose (43 Poems)
Recent Visitors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
One of the amazing things in writing the poems, the posts for this blog, the numbers of lives touched people ...
A Waterfall of Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sometimes, I wonder of the source the wellspring of the words the lines on the pages that flow ever more ...
Books (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Paper, ink and thought Fiction and reality Passion and purpose Poetry and prose Map and drawing Monographs and periodicals Card ...
Personal Poetry (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A proper noun - Personal Poetry - Quick encapsulation, State of hesitance. Slices of me Flesh and nerve Risk of ...
Rewriting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wanting Seeing the beauty The precision Magic in prose Cut and paste Letting go of the old Pulling edits in ...
Sharing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sharing memories Pain of loss Difficult tasks Words and feelings Poetry, not prose Of the life we lost When he ...
Sounds of Scribbles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Jots of thoughts in my journal How does editing sound, Illegible words, random thoughts Scratching out the rhyme Fighting the ...
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. ...
Allegory Of The Cave (Stephen Dunn Poem)
He climbed toward the blinding light and when his eyes adjusted he looked down and could see his fellow prisoners ...
Religio Laici (John Dryden Poem)
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Mac Flecknoe (John Dryden Poem)
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
Milton (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Lover of beauty, walking on the height Of pure philosophy and tranquil song; Born to behold the visions that ...
They shut me up in Prose — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
They shut me up in Prose -- As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet -- Because ...
I dwell in Possibility — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I dwell in Possibility -- A fairer House than Prose -- More numerous of Windows -- Superior -- for Doors ...
A few kind words (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
A few kind words, what can be bought with that? In essence just a clique of tidy prose, a verb, ...
My Mistress Commanding Me to Return Her Letters. (Thomas Carew Poem)
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul’s, Dr. John (Thomas Carew Poems)
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Age (Robert Creeley Poem)
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
Discrimination (Michael Burch Poem)
The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found ...
The house where I was born (07) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Nationality In Drinks (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
90. Epistle to James Smith (Robert Burns Poem)
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
231. Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry (Robert Burns Poem)
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...