Bold Steps (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His steps were bold, courageous steps blindly trusting, his faith strong able to step out, to walk on the waves ...
Poems about pulling (31 Poems)
Weeding in our Garden (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Finding the tares, the weeds the grasses, the ragweed, milkweed and plantain, growing, thriving in the lilies, the beds, the ...
Witnesses as They Were (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like Peter, the other disciples we too are witnesses, as they were to the acts of Jesus, the power of ...
A Peasant amid the Royalty (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A single brown oak leave perched in the purple chrysanthemums in the window box outside the back door A peasant ...
A Tractor Beam (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pursuing, pulling, calling us the offer of God's love of His gift of saving grace His love wanting to reach ...
In Praise of Weeding (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rich loam between my fingers, grip of stems, roots, balls of grass pull up through the rain drenched soil smell ...
Oh Church (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The pastor, speaking in parables, and more directly to the congregation itself to brothers and sisters of the same cloth, ...
A Visit to the Museum (on February Vacation) (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Each of us, mom and dad, seem to have slightly longer arms, right arms now, after the pulling, the tugging, ...
Your Final Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A day not unlike today pulling me back in time to that fateful day before the call from the state ...
A Mother’s Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
A mother's prayer for her child, for her children for healing, for grace for the pain she carries to be ...
Into the Fog (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pulling out of the lot falling into the fog enveloped by its stillness its wet blanket lost to the noise ...
They Couldn’t Wait (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Eager arms pulling mine, transferring the bag with the loot from one hand to another depending on which side of ...
Crayola ‘Morn (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Smell the bold colors, Rich in my nostrils, Illuminated on the branches before me as I drive. Low sunlight piercing ...
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 ...
One Year (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
One year since You opened your heart to me. To share deep feelings To take a chance. Love, lust, fear ...
Bar (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Reexamination of law Forgotten, Pulling tendrils of memory to the front to be ready to answer the test New law ...
Salmon Skin (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A pause on the bridge, a break in my day, as night came A stop to drink in the murmur, ...
The Hermit (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars ...
Twenty-Pound Stone (Nick Flynn Poem)
It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if offering my stomach, as ...
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 ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
With No Experience In Such Matters (Stephen Dunn Poem)
To hold a damaged sparrow under water until you feel it die is to know a small something about the ...
Christmass (John Clare Poem)
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
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 ...
Dream Song 74: Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry (John Berryman Poem)
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry did will not bear thought. Feeling no pain, Henry stabbed his ...
75. Halloween (Robert Burns Poems)
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
The Everlasting Gospel (William Blake Poems)
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Who In The Hell Is Tom Jones? (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks- about the time of ...