The Coal Picker (Amy Lowell Poem)
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
Poems about puddles (30 Poems)
March Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
Blue through the window burns the twilight; Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Glistening, against the chill, gray ...
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
The City Bushman (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
Narcissus, Photographer (Erica Jong Poem)
"...a frozen memory, like any photo, where nothing is missing, not even, and especially, nothingness..." -- Julio Cortázar, "Blow Up" ...
in search of milk and paradise (Rg Gregory Poem)
heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988 dodging the broken bottles dog-shit the pavement spew i wheel my young son matthew through the ...
Puddles on the Ice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The dry snow of this week in the hot sun puddles on the ice the surface aglow The lake frozen ...
Puddles on the Walk (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The sun holding sway, warming, heating puddles on the walkway where the snow had just been building warming, the weather ...
A Sudden Torrent (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like the gate of heaven opening on the first day of the flood a sudden torrent fell today momentary as ...
Puddles of Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Little clear puddles atop the forming mud little pools at the edge melting piles of snow browning in the thawing ...
Cold this Morning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was cold this morning, cut into you cold my open suit coat, thin dress white shirt not quite up ...
A Gray Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Driving in town, between the drops of rain watch the people scurry, trudge, dash, between the buildings, hunker down at ...
Fall Puddles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Crisp hard brown sturdy oak leaves glistened in the small crisp pools after this morning's rain, late fall puddles harvest ...
Secondary Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Huge droplets explode in the puddles small lakes in the uneven surface craters in the alley, rivulets connecting them giant ...
Summer Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A break in the heat away from the front no thunder, no lightning, just rain, warm rain falling near dusk ...
A Spring Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The world is wet today luxurious, damp, drenched drops hug the leaves, anoint the still budded lilac blossoms before their ...
A Neoprene Monk (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not a Gorton's Fisherman, no he doesn't have the hands, the weathered brow, the smell of fish, or the sound ...
Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears (Robert Francis Poem)
The first speaker said Fear fire. Fear furnaces Incinerators, the city dump The faint scratch of a match. The second ...
ENGLAND’S OPENERS (Gerald England Poems)
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
The Theory (Russell Edson Poem)
The big one went to sleep as to die and dreamed he became a tiny one. So tiny as to ...
Mayakovsky In New York: A Found Poem (Annie Dillard Poem)
New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your ...
After Long Drought (Mark van Doren Poem)
After long drought, commotion in the sky; After dead silence, thunder. Then it comes, The rain. It slashes leaves, and ...
To Marianne Moore (Carlos Barbarito Poem)
If the idea of immortality is excluded, there remains dust, grass, water that forms puddles, the branch from which the ...
Wednesday (Marvin Bell Poem)
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
A Prodigal (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 04: Illicit (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 02: The Fulfilled Dream (Conrad Aiken Poem)
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain (Charles Bukowski Poems)
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
First Day at School (Roger McGough Poems)
A millionbillionwillion miles from home Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?) Why are they all so big, ...