Marsh Grasses (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The flats, tidal, far from shore, reeds, grasses, rushes morphing from green golden tan, brown the week before autumn officially ...
Poems about riding (47 Poems)
Riding into the Country (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The road narrowed, lost its freshness shoulders closing in as we drove from the city up into the country away ...
Wesleyan Growth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh to be like John, John Wesley our founder, the beginning of the faith to see the miners, the men ...
A Drive to Court (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Three together, down the road a sprint to a court date, saving at the end, of the journey second-hand smoke, ...
Explaining Job (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We gathered, in a circle in the Parlor of the church gathering to study your word, the message in the ...
Brass Ring (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She's riding the merry-go round still On the outer horse Holding an old and faded doll No longer a favorite ...
Yvytot (Eugene Field Poem)
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
Mother and sphinx (Eugene Field Poem)
(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG) Grim is the face that looks into the night Over the stretch of sands; A sullen rock in ...
A Valentine (Eugene Field Poem)
Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tell I love her well. Yes, though she tramples on my heart And rends that ...
A Tale of the Miser and the Poet (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
Birches (Robert Frost Poem)
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
Cousin Nancy (T. S. Eliot Poem)
MISS NANCY ELLICOTT Strode across the hills and broke them, Rode across the hills and broke them- The barren New ...
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (T. S. Eliot Poem)
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
My Mother Would Be a Falconress (Robert Duncan Poem)
My mother would be a falconress, And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist, would fly to bring back from ...
FOR THE LAST WOLVERINE (James Dickey Poem)
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
Landscape At The End Of The Century (Stephen Dunn Poem)
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
The White Bees (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
I know Suspense — it steps so terse (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I know Suspense -- it steps so terse And turns so weak away -- Besides -- Suspense is neighborly When ...
Dropped into the Ether Acre — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Dropped into the Ether Acre -- Wearing the Sod Gown -- Bonnet of Everlasting Laces -- Brooch -- frozen on ...
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 ...
White Nassau (Bliss Carman Poem)
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
The Old Song (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
Lepanto (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
February (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
Drinking While Driving (Raymond Carver Poem)
It's August and I have not Read a book in six months except something called The Retreat from Moscow by ...
The Cook’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...