The limitations of youth (Eugene Field Poem)
I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss Way out into the big an' boundless west; I'd ...
Poems about raw (51 Poems)
Mr. Dana, of the New York Sun (Eugene Field Poem)
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
The Truckers (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
The Ear-Maker And The Mould-Mender (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
King Candaules And The Doctor Of Laws (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
Marksman Sam (Marriott Edgar Poem)
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit, And they marched 'im away one wint'ry ...
The Czar’s Last Christmas Letter: A Barn in the Urals (Norman Dubie Poems)
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
Dreams are the subtle Dower (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Dreams are the subtle Dower That make us rich an Hour -- Then fling us poor Out of the purple ...
A Bird came down the Walk (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Bird came down the Walk -- He did not know I saw -- He bit an Angleworm in halves ...
Time to play (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
Desires that you can only tame to know (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
Out of The Annexe (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It grew out of the Annexe and our Corps in a world at peace while our army trained, magnificent in ...
Nothing ever is the same (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Gnashing teeth, a grinding meet of molars crashing cuspid on cuspid and the fracture of a piece, of pressure not ...
Just wasn’t right (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
You lift the lid in awe, a seat and lid upon an inside stall where you can go, quite unlike ...
Jack’s Legacy (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
The critic gushed and said, "Just like Jack, so raw, I never thought to see another writer just like Kerouac!" ...
If it ever bloody rains (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I never said I would, I only said I could do what you wished, the subtle difference should have raised ...
Free from intrusion (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
Ekka (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
Carbonara eyes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Nicky said I couldn't write, she's got a charming sense of social etiquette - given she's a bitch (the canine ...
And you will claim (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
And you will claim we need more births to keep our population mix in check while nature's truths suggest there ...
Earth Voices (Bliss Carman Poem)
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
A Hermit Thrush (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
A Silence (Amy Clampitt Poem)
past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond the woven ...
Inexpensive Progress (John Betjeman Poem)
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
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 ...
Dark Night (Frank Bidart Poem)
(John of the Cross) In a dark night, when the light burning was the burning of love (fortuitous night, fated, ...
Coffee & Dolls (April Bernard Poem)
It was a storefront for a small-time numbers runner, pretending to be some sort of grocery. Coffeemakers and Bustello cans ...
Folk Tune (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
Seven Strophes (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
I was but what you'd brush with your palm, what your leaning brow would hunch to in evening's raven-black hush. ...
Elegy (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...